Lovely Dreams

I dream lovely dreams, filled with lovely people, doing lovely things. I am there and obviously lovely. With you and your lovely self. We meet in a lovely way, on a lovely street or in a lovely chapel. Perhaps at a lovely movie or on a lovely blind date. No matter the lovely way, I know the lovely minute my lovely eyes meet yours, that you are my lovely dream come true. I laugh at your lovely jokes and the way I catch you sneaking lovely looks at me out of the corner of your lovely eyes. My lovely heart throbs as your lovely lips form lovely words that make the lovely world stop and listen. I hold your lovely hand and give you my lovely heart. On a day so lovely, you can't tell where the lovely sky stops and the lovely earth begins, you ask me a lovely question. I give you a lovely answer. We spend the rest of our lovely days doing the stuff lovely dreams are made of. I wear a lovely dress and you buy a lovely suit. We go to the most lovely temple and make a lovely promise. We buy a cheap lovely house and a lemon lovely car. We have many lovely nights. lovely passionate nights. We share many lovely laughs, and eat lots of lovely food. And I spend all my lovely time breathing in lovely you. Our whole world is lovely. And instead of dreaming of a lovely future... we live it. All of it. Lovely.
And one day, I read this lovely post and I remember my lovely dreams and think of how lovely it is that they have come true, with you. Lovely, lovely you.