It seems that day-dreaming is my forte
For not long after opening my textbook
I soon slip into the realm of fantasy
Where anything could happen
If I but will it so
I find myself dreaming of you
You whom I should have banished from my mind ages ago
You with the chiseled face, dancing eyes
And the body of a bronzed statue
You who are but a pretty face
Should not have such a lasting hold over my heart
Lest anyone be mistaken,
You are not Him whom I bared my heart to in words
But mayhaps in my actions
In my bid to get your attention
Oh foolish is the one in love(lust???)
When shall I ever be rid of your spells