Love…
…oh, my love of long ago, please don’t select your words cautiously or second guess sharing your feelings. You are there. I am here. That’s where life placed us. Our real and true selves are the only gifts we have to give one another.

From a poem titled “Daydream” by Cassie McNair
Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.
Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.