You were always there, waiting in the wings of my mind.

Long before you were conceived I thought of you, longed for you, toyed with creating you.

Out of nowhere, you made yourself real, embryonic in my brain.

A fantasy conceived, yet to be realised.

With care and nurture, our dream developed - more vivid, more realistic, more erotic than my imagination ever afforded.

Mind games echoing their tune, over and over; make me real, make me real, make me real.

And so you were born, fantasy to surreal existence.

To be loved, to be savored, until the dream becomes but a sweet memory.

I will cherish you, my tenuous reality.