My Fantasy

Lot of rivers flow through cracked channels of my humble mind As I swim through my broken heart I felt so disturbed and sad Then I asked is love an illusion? Roses glow right n front of me As I stretch my hand to touch of her spotless flowers The beauty dried right in front of me Will I ever be in love I cried As I journey throw my broken heart Alas alas a bright Rose appears from afar It's beauty like the Mediterranean silky milky linen On the back of black Chaldean maidens of pure beauty I saw her smile towards me as I cried With my hands stretched out to grab are ebony long slender sweet hand I woke from the sleep I fell into Then I cried Ogechi it's not really fair I guess u like being my fantasy