Wishful Thinking About Love

Sitting back on a bench under a pine tree
 Thinking of someone who I wish will love me
But this is just a wild dream I know it can't  be
 Because you're a mere fantasy

 A fantasy a product of imagination
 And an imagination created by obsession
To be loved  by him is not a hallucination 
 And this is not a mere infatuation
 
 Silly I might be, but no one can stop me
 To feel the exquisite of having you near me
In a place I know we will make dreams into reality 
 And we will build a happy life for eternity