For better or worse you are my elusive dream
An apple which try as I may, I can never quite reach
And though I know that it is only pretense…
A blissful slice of make believe.
I find myself intoxicated by hope,
Enchanted by the mere thought of you ...
I am such the fool.
For better or for worse,
My arms, my air, my heart
All yours.
© T’jai 2011
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