It's going to be ok.
I have gone back into your past,
Back into the long sinews
Of your innocent legs.
I have wanted you there
And planted the seeds of wantability.
You are now wanted.
I want you.
I have loved you there,
Stroked your soft, dark hair,
Strewn rose petals around your lovable head.
You are now lovable.
You are lovable now.
And everything will be ok,
Because I have dreamed it.

-jenn