My Fantasy

If I could find love one day,
I hope it will be you.
You whom I woke up with
every morning of my fantasies
whose breath is the first that I breathe,
whose warmth is the only warmth I feel.
And if unreturned love proves too costly,
I hope you in your blissful ignorance
would be enlightened.
And when that day comes,
I hope my breath
would be the first breath you breathe, my warmth
the only warmth you feel.

by Casper Fields

Comments (1)

wow that was a very good poem...i really liked it~hazel