Hopelessly

Wouldn't you like to sit on my brain and read all my thoughts?

Curl up under the tree of my conscious and day dream about the words in my head.

It may surprise you at the things I sometimes think, but maybe you'll get to understand a little of me.

When the thunder storm rolls in and you have to go inside, tell me all about myself as we lay in bed at night.

I'll do the same.

Camp out on the beach of your dreams and enjoy your subconscious like a movie.

When we know each other we can plan on spending the rest of our forever together.

Wouldn't that be something special for two hopelessly romantic souls like ourselves?

Getting lost and tangled in a story that is only ours to tell.

Hopeless.