We were hugging.
Well more like cuddling.
His strong arms were entwined around my body,
My arms pulled up to my chest.
I wiggled into him
To get comfortable.
To get warmer.
But it was just a dream.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Oh how I yearn for us to to that!
Oh how I yearn for us to just hug.
But dreams don't come true.
Though you wish they do,
They don't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem