I wish, I want, I dream.

He will not read this,
At least, he will not know,
That this peice of writing,
For him has gone on show.
He is too far away
From me, that's what I fear,
Or maybe I just have to cross
That line to bring him near.

He will not see this,
Unless he's so like me,
I wonder, will there be a future,
Cos I just can't stop thinking,
What is I was to feel the warmth?
What if he was to read?
What is we were to share our thoughts?
I wish, I want, I dream.