Sitting,
Twirling a red lock around my finger
Watching as the sun streams in with warming light
Dreaming of hazel eyes
Surrounded with thick long lashes
Heart beating rapidly
As lips tingle with your name
Begging to speak of you
To taste the intoxicating presence
In which the slightest memory of you brings
How is it that without lying eyes on you
That my breath catches
Only you can awaken deepest desires
With only a thought
How could it be that I have fallen in love
With thoughts and helpless wishing
It must be trickery
The darkest of magic
Even as I think of it
I know it not to be true
That this is pure and a hearts wanting
So as I sit day dreaming of lips touching
Of light gentle caressing of warm fingers to my redden cheek
I know this is real
That I have fallen in love
With a figment of my imagination
