How can life 
cheat people out love?
Why does time 
exist?
It should stop 
when we kiss
or make love,
for days and weeks
at a time,
when he can
finally be mine.
Just me, 
no one to share,
no worries...
just want to breathe,
and be relieved,
from dreaming of my
fantasy world and
making it into reality...
in which,
each day I hope it comes 
closer to being true,
but lately it seems only
to go further away,
(a sigh)
maybe one day...