Pipe Dream

The stars flutter and the moon beams.
As they bid her to face the gent in front of her.
She look, she sigh and naively smile.
Seeing him clearly white in the small crowd of blear.

Her heart shouts mutely as he gander at her.
The smile and eyes and nose and black jet hair make her sink to the floor.
She can jump from Olympus to Earth and east to west.
He, Eros have awakened her sleeping Psyche.

The slow cling clang of heels as she waltz to his being.
The familiar dug dug of her chest and vestige touching him,
Trying to find her feet in their ant's length.
She soar like an eagle when he utter "hi there".

Clouds of pangs and qualms start to cascade me.
Are these heartstrings true? Or just another imagination of you?
Could this begin without an end? Or just another starting finale?
Could faith be on my hand? Or just another joke of dear divine?

I neglect the unease and think of best chances.
I neglect the qualms and face the nominal.
I neglect all just to be yours and you to be mine.
I neglect the ring shouting me to wake from another sweet dream.

                                   Picture Source : (1st pic) Pinterest
                                                    (2nd pic) Google