Old Spark

How is it, after all the hurt,
I keep having dreams about you?
In each of them we are catching up,
Finding there’s a spark to renew.
Both of us still live with our families,
But fully grown and nicely matured,
We find ourselves on the same level,
Drawn to feed our past flame anew.
My former regrets are faded,
Anxieties plague me no more.
I am free to love you properly,
Now’s the chance I cannot ignore.
Current events in my life become trivial
Upon seeing the man you’ve become,
A man refined and dignified,
Whose eyes hint a subtle allure.
Now that the years have saged us,
We appreciate the sensual kiss,
The gentle one only true lovers do
When their souls kiss each other with lips.
When the old spark ignites, I awake,
Warmed by it ‘til forced to recall,
The man of my dreams is the man in my dreams –
He doesn’t actually exist.