Epitome of an Idealist

[Mr. SmartyPants]

Never a day goes without a fantasy pervading my mind
Thoughts of never-ending fulfillment
Melancholy sunlight beaming from an isolated window
Shining on glossy wood floorboards
A quaint room spacious for two
Emanating a warm invitation
Take my hand, beloved
As I take you for long embrace
Your countenance filled with unimaginable contentment
Evident by our sparse tears
My face brushing your cheek
Your aroma is distinct and heart-stirring
Together we form an unerring puzzle
Accompany my lead
And calmly sway with me
Tread with me through alluring melodies

Slowly...

Steady...

Strings and ivories permeating our souls
Entwining us into unison

For eternity

I then see where I am
Fantasizing only a reverie
But if dreams never become reality
Then I may just forever dream

And perhaps never wake up