It doesn’t matter that we really don't spend much time together.
I fancy him with my whole heart and why wouldn’t I?
He penetrates my every thought and
every midnight he graciously accepts the leading role in my dreams.
He’s debonair like Fred Astaire...no wait, Billy D.
In my dreams I am Mahogany and he sweeps me off my feet.
I would never give him a supporting role; he’s the brightest star in my sky.
I’m mesmerized by his bedroom eyes, I love the way he says “Peace” instead of goodbye and his skin is reminiscent of a beautiful sunshine.
He’s notable and famous and all things, in my mind.
So it doesn’t matter that we really don't spend much time together.
