My dream boy

My dream boy; he's not made up of material,

He's just a light spirit in my dreams.

But every time he hugs and kisses me,

It brings that feeling of him being real.

Dictionary has no word that can describe his appearance.

No human in a million years can even decipher him.

He is one of a kind I have ever come across,

He's the one that I have irrevocably fallen in love with.

Every night he comes in my dreams and consoles me.

I do not know why he consoles me.

I don not even know who he is and where he comes from.

But I do know this: I'm unconditionally in love with hm.

Lustful infatuation is not what I have for him.

What I have is pure love; pure feelings.

Romeo and Juliet's love is a legend,

But ours' is more than that.

He carries me on his back like I am weightless.

He kisses my forehead and lips: bringing that tingly feeling.

Those love words he speaks with voice as soft as velvet,

That sweet touch he gives: they all make me comfortably numb.

While I'm fascinated in his beauty and love,

The sun rise hits the sky; it spreads the light,

And then with a smile, he fades away;

Leaving me alone in the bright light of nothingness.

Then with a sharp gasp I wake up.

I close my eyes and let out the tears,

Realizing that he may not be real;

That he is nothing but a light sprit in my dreams.