Sweet dream, wonderful fantasy

Every night when I go to sleep
I dream of you coming back to me.

You're always waiting for me under this magnificent tree.
The same exact tree under which you first kissed me.

You're holding a rose, happily looking at me.
You're holding a rose with a beautiful ring hiding under your sleeve.

I start walking toward you down the path I waited so long to feel under my bare feet.
I start walking down the path with the warm sunlight kissing my skin.

When I finally get to the end of the path, I try to hold your outstretched hand...
But suddenly you, the tree, and my dream fade away.

I'm back to reality.
I know I'm awake.

I try really hard to make this beautiful memory stay in my head but I fail.

Fantasy.
That's what my dream really is about.
A beautiful and wonderful fantasy.