I often dream,
Of a time,
In the future,
And so far away.

Of myself in white,
That cascades behind me,
In a waterfall of cloth
And a veil, covering my face.

I am beautiful,
In this dream.
With dark red hair
And a beautiful body.

And I dream,
Of this self, me,
Walking down an aisle
With friends and family watching.

And there,
At the end,
Is a man
Who awaits me.

He who is to be my husband,
In my dream,
Is perfect for me
And loves me.

He is tall
Hard with muscles
Well defined
And formed.

With ebony black hair,
And eyes blue like the sea,
He’s my true love,
My soul mate.

But in this world
Of reality and reason,
Dreams are fiction
And no heed is given to them.

So as I dream,
Of the man
Who I am to love
And to marry.

I must stay focused,
And ignore those dreams.
Giving up hope,
The dream of happiness.