If I let myself fall asleep in your arms
Will you hold me while I dream a dream
Of perpetual fantasy and imagined love
With the perfect amount of give and take
Where nothing falls to diminished hopes
Of fairytale endings and sappy in betweens
Forever entwining to form melodic choruses
That sing only for us when we are together
Under a clear sky full of stars that smile
At the sight of your lips on my forehead
And casual laughter at insignificant entities
That dance to the sound of your voice
Telling me again why I’m beautiful
Even when I awake in the morning, still then
Will you have held me through the night
So that when I open my eyes I see you
With your body pressed against mine
And when you awake on my perfect morning
After my perfect night, with me in your arms
Will you still long for me to call you mine
Until the stars no longer smile upon us
And this fantasy, however constant, ceases

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