My Dreams

Dreams are made of our wants
Sometimes of our fears.
I don't enjoy them dreams
I stand back and stay clear.

But when i get the nice dreams
I see a picture of you.
I like them dreams
Do you dream of me?

You make my dreams so nice
I wake up with a smile
I just wish one day
I could tell you how i feel

To talk to you
Face to face
I would say something stupid
And disappear without a trace

One day i will talk to you
But until then it'll flow like a stream
To know you are always there
In my love, my heart, my dreams