For Lily II

It's three in the morning.
Three in the morning.
I feel alive.
I close my eyes, and it just feels like a rush, a blur, exciting and out of control
And then, it stops, in a vision of the near future
A figure- a woman
She smiles at me, and despite my faux composure, I melt inside,
And she knows it.
I should be asleep
The future keeps me awake.
When a prayer becomes a promise...
The promise
Not even the impossible can come between us
I love this.
But, more importantly
I love you.