Wishful Thinking

I kept lookin' at her sincere eyes.
The pair that melts your heart, when it cries.
I was ignorant, guided by my own troublesome mind.
But the memory of her voice helps me unwind.

Am i lonely?
Or is this what I've been waiting for?
There's no other replica.
There cannot be one more.

She has no right over me.
Yet, it's easy to surrender
I'm glad I ain't an alcoholic
Goin' separate ways would lead me to a bender.

I can sense the softness,
In her glowing skin.
And feel the glistening hair
With evident silkiness within.

Hold them and never let go
I can sense her hands hinting at mine.
I'd happily orchestrate that
As smooth as a perfect crime.

And perhaps both would want time to go slow.
With all these subtle dreams and things yet to begin.
I should prick myself to reality
With a sadistic pinch or a merciless pin.

It's time to put this one to rest for tonight.
A new day awaits like a candidate with promise and delight.
I cannot fathom sometimes how the world does this everyday,
But I'll keep till those fellas on top, turn grey.