The Hidden Fantasy

I dream about my fantasy,

It's Sweet, simple and classy,

Sitting among the daisy,

Making a story as glossy.

Running in foreign land,

Dancing in hot sand,

Slowly holding your hand,

Seeing your smile when I stand.

Revealing all our secret,

Melting all our hatred,

Being each other's favourite,

Forming a delightful portrait.

When all the lights dim,

Holding an ice-cream,

Sharing our dream,

When the dark clouds scream.

I would prefer your hair being mess,

Wearing a beautiful dress,

Leaving all our stress,

Together we make a bless.

There is no need to bring me a ring,

I would love if you can sing,

Playing the guitar's string,

Am queen if you are my king.

Atlast we create cute memory,

That I could write in my dairy,

Bending in knees in a hurry,

I will ask you to marry.