He touches her hand, I watch as they get close;
I wish it was us, for now I sit alone.
He wraps around her, holding her tight;
The slightest breeze, gives me the coldest chill

I look to the sky wondering
if you look upon the stars as I do.
Or perhaps you’re dreaming of
you, a heroic knight, rescuing your fair maiden.

As the shiver escapes me, reality awakens me
returning me to the romantic cuddly couple’s scene .
But, I beckon to the night, to become hidden in its covers,
to allow my eyes to fall onto my own fantasy dream.