My Dream of Love

I dream about sitting here alone with you. In front of a warm cozy fire Drinking white wine And talking of old times. Then, when we both run out of things to say I touch you And you don't refuse. Inch by inch we move away from the fire and casually lie down. I awake to the bright glare of the sunlight and find that the fire's not burning, the wine sits in 2 glasses untouched. Have I been dreaming this all And if so will this dream come true? I ask of you Respond to me you shy soul.