Maybe it's just foolish dreaming, merely wanting it to be, though without it really being. must my love be lost in vain, invisibly begging as my heart beats so lame? perhaps you do not will me to be your own darling dear, but lust after another, to whom with jealousy i sneer. maybe this way that i feel, is so ridiculously unreal, that i've merely made up everything. creating just a lustful dream....... but no! the way you touch me, and these glances must be so. from the way you say my name, so longingly, it must be real, i know. for who could make up such a tale, of lovers yearing for to be, together to love, to kiss and hug, i want you, and too, you want me. perhaps my love is not lost in vain, as now i know that you must feel the same. of fools, perhaps things always seem, to be but crazed, and silly dreams. i want it to be, that you love me, and maybe, just maybe, it's no foolish dream...
