Dream

He lights my skin on fire,

He makes me heart skip,

He makes me feel alive.

When he looks at me eveything's okay,

He makes my world better,

He's one more reason for me to keep going.

His voice is deep and gentle,

His hands are rough but to me they are like velvet,

His eyes are like a swirling pool of hope.

He's so strong, but when I'm in his arms, he's gentle,

He's loving but protective,

He can be his self when he's with me, and I can be me.

There's only one problem,

He'll never be mine,

He's just a dream that will never come true.

                                                           Haley A. Taylor