In my arms with all it’s charms. An intimate walk through life. Holding that person close. No further apart, than arm’s length apart.
We belong to this group called “1st fridays”. Once a month we get together with guitars in hand and sing folk songs. Our friend “Joe” does this tune well and it kinda says it all. “Dreaming” of love. Awakeful dream, a constant dream of that person.
I’m not talking about obsession. But a wanting of that person. A need fulfilled.
The proverbial “thunder bolt” You will know when it hits!
Dreams do come true, just kinda have to make them happen. Hard work… but worthwill endeavor.