Dear Diary

She is in my dreams, a lot these days.

Dreams are what I have of her, so dream I must. You see, dear Diary,

In my dreams she is mine,
In my dreams, we stay awake to watch the run rising,
In my dreams, she smiles and holds my hand when I reach out for hers,
In my dreams, I run my fingers down her back as she drifts into gentle, restful sleep.

In my dreams, she rests her head on me and tells me about the day, her plans, her dreams,
In my dreams, we fall asleep in each others arms,
In my dreams, she gives me that knowing smile when I turn to look at her while driving back home,
In my dreams, she tells me she Loves me too.

In my dreams, I wake to her singing to me,
In my dreams, we plan on saving the World,
In my dreams, I feel a shiver as she touches my hand,
In my dreams, we walk holding each others hands.

I canthave her in my life,
I have her in my dreams.