I can’t help but to imagine that after this Moon goes down you won’t be mine.

I cover up these feelings with nicknames only to throw you off this one-way track of love.

I would love for you to sit down and listen to my words for a few. I prepare lunch for us two.

The menu reads, steamed hugs with two sides of compliments and for dessert I will serve you some chocolate kisses.

I won’t always promise you happiness, but I will try to continue to use it as our dressing for life.

Imagine for a little bit and all of these items will be larger than life because it’s all in your mind.

Let us be dreamers, believing all things are possible.

Let us be lovers, believing that we are dreamers first.