Bittersweet Poem by Beethovens laguerre

Like the morning sun the thought of her awakens my senses..
Walking hand to hand in the park while admiring roses guarded by fences.

Senseless late night phone calls..
Silly text messages to alleviate our stresses.
Cuddle under the covers as the night falls.
And as we were lock in a lustful embrace we confess.

Are hearts played a endless symphony.
To my ears there is no better melody.

Her voice was my only remedy,
But to my elaborate surprise it was just dream.