My Daydream Poem by Edwina Reizer

We'd build a house upon a hill
and we would live as one.
And on the misty morning's scene
we'd luxuriate in the sun.

You'd rub my back with lotion sweet
and I would feel your touch.
And I in turn would extend the favor
and revel in the rush.

I would prepare for you a meal
of foods that you desire.
And in the warmth of the evening hours
you'd take me by the fire.

I'd not complain of little things
of which we can't control.
For none of them would I care about
nor would they take their toll.

But since these are just daydreams
and none of them come true.
It is best I return to reason
and never dream of you.