So I can stare at her picture a while longer. You see, in my mind eye are dreams being played like a movie film. One picture equals thousands of fantasies of being together. Still, nothing's better than when I don't have to dream anymore.
That one day when I can wake up to her laying next to me. My hand brushing her brown hair from her face before I try to kiss her awake. She lays completely still, my favorite moment yet to come. Until seconds later, she stirs and blesses me with a cosmic beauty I've ever seen: the break of day bathing her in golden hues until her blue eclipses for eyes slowly reveal themselves in the morning sun.
All the sudden, I'm lost in her soul escaping this world. It's like paradise captured in one person. Reality then hits me and all the sudden I feel a sharp sting, blushing a pepper red because of my embarrassment for how awkward it must be to stare. It gets a thousand degrees hotter inside, but she extinguishes it with just a kiss.
When we break, I lose my concentration to play this day dream any further. Rewind, rewind, rewind. Play. I'm lost in her soul escaping this world. My hand brushing her brown hair from her face before I try to kiss her awake. She lays completely still. It's like paradise captured in one person.
