A Dream for my Christine…

Your head is resting on my shoulder
And your laying in my arms,
Our thoughts are getting older,
But the only thing that now surrounds

Is the echo that evades our kisses
From the passion of this love
That has now imprison all of our emotions,
Riddles that we try to solve…

So we laugh and try to synchronize
And reveal what we have lost,
Inside this fantasy that lies,
Within our rhythm which is turn to dust.

Our hands unite our bodies too,
Our lips are burning in this stance,
So amusing is our shadows view,
When they explain our tribal dance.

But this dream will have no end,
So I wish for an open portal,
To your eyes and heart, to send,
This feeling to my love, to my immortal…

This poem will reach the thoughts of the only person I have thruly loved with all of my body and soul... please help me... your votes and comments will be the elements that will decide my future.. thank you all