Secret rendezvous given life with the magic of our slumber,
Faces meeting across the horizon in colours of delight,
Heartbreaking kisses a hallucination to remember,
As moonlight mystery encircles us in the delusion of the night. We’re dreamy eyed characters, enchanted by lights of illusion,
In this play of impractical love, we’re both waking dreamers,
Blinded and bedazzled from the power of our adulation,
We’re love-struck actors, performing to a world of disbelievers.

Ours is a romance, fragmented yet whole,
Where our meetings are non-existent, yet countless,
A story born new, yet perpetually told,
With a friendship restricted, yet boundless.

We’re both lost in the labyrinth of our colourful reverie,
Contented and captured by our picture perfect story.
Dreamers of a love that stretches across miles of reality,
We’re the only members of a cast, directed by fantasy.