I close my eyes and try to see
the perfect place where I want to be.
Where you are near to keep me safe,
I brush my hand across your face.
I kiss your lips so soft,
run my fingers through your hair,
hold you close to my heart
and promises of love I swear.
But then, of course, my eyes are open.
My perfect place is shattered, broken.
For, you're not mine, and all this means
I only have you in my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem