I dream of a time when we are together;
When your arms are my refuge and your heart is my tether.
I wish for the day when I will be free,
When my heart will belong to no one but me.
The dream fights the wish, the wish fights the dream,
Two shards of myself, such conflict within;
I wonder in the end which one will win,
The mind with the wish or the heart with the dream?
A Book Nerd 