Fantasy
Years have come and gone and my heart is no where to be found
My recollection of what I wanted in love is just memories now.
Oh, the thoughts and words that flowed through me of love and tenderness is but a memory
How I longed for those feelings that once consumed me to be a part of my life
To just wake in the morning, go through the day, and close my eyes at night with my heart overflowing with a bountiful supply of love to give and receive
How foolish it must have been to ever think or dream love is so beautiful without blemish
If only it could have been real and not a fantasy.
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