Is it really the thought that counts? Because I've been thinking...
I dream of dancing. Sometimes alone, sometimes with you.
If it really is the thought that counts, I hope mine reach you well.
My distant muse, we could never come together in fear that your reality will not surpass the mystery I've created for myself.
If it really is the thought that counts, take this gesture of love, hold it close to your heart, and then leave.
Allow me to exist as a perfect fantasy, as I allow you.
