The Wait To Awake..

Every fantasy, every dream,
Is centered around the same theme;
Is it innate, or, was it imbued?
Is she my desire-long subdued?
Glimpses of her bewitchingly long braid-
Seem to flash from a memory, about to fade.
Her gaze involves a new ball game,
One that I lose; the doter's to blame.
The vivid voice-less whispers into her ear,
Entail the kisses from her chandeliers.
Her lips-ever sealed in a smile, deserve a mention
-the unspoken reciprocation of admiration.
Yet, what's unknown of this divine piece of art,
Has left me longing for unison;
Once I finally awake in Her heart,
Shall truce be found, in this battle with reason.