Different from my dreams.

Imaginations turn to dreams, I want to express them out by any means. But in every dream I need someone to share my intimate fantasies. I don't mean sex, I want love. That'll cherish me in their heart, gently speak to me with their eyes, touch me with their words, for every word it'll be like my favorite song, and my heart will know them so well because I've planted them in my heart. Taking root inside my heart, I'll shower it with love and care till it blooms, treasure, like it's my child, love, like it's my lover, respect, like it's my elder, obey, like it's my father or mother, and trust, like it's my best friend. You'll bear me good fruit won't you? I've shown many kinds of love, special for each one that's unique. It's for my mother and father, future children, future love, and best friend. Won't you hold me dear too? Make me know with your eyes, feel safe under your arms, no doubt I'll trust you, this heart will love you, my mind filled with good thoughts, all for you. Can you love me too? It's easy to love you, it's hard to get to you. Is it because I don't look so welcoming? But for sure this heart is welcoming for you.