I miss the gentle kisses
that you placed on my brow
as we fell asleep each night

They always seemed to start
my dreams of us being king and queen
of a land without judgment

A place to call home
no monsters attacking
only a wonderland

Our own Fantasia
where light is like a liquid
pouring across the fields

where our wildest fancies
only held back by our on restraints
no limits unless we made that choice

A choice that was not an option
as we flew and danced in our never never land
until the sunset woke us up the very next day

I miss your kisses
I want to hold you again
so we can visit our dreamland

The Rogue awaits