the sun sits on the horizon line
your hand gently entwined in my,
waves crash and a mist is formed
on this cold quiet blissful morn,
you hold me close and kiss my cheek
the sound of your voice makes my heart
skip a beat, I stand there looking deep in your eyes,
My own flutter open and then i realized, it was only a dream,
a mere subconcious scene,a tear escapes,it's the end of the line
cuase its then I know you'll never be mine.
