creation ideal

there was her

the description and portrayal together screamed one thing to you:

--Ideal.--

Adoration poured out of you

Partly because the talent in writing shone through

The creation of a character so perfectly crafted

that compared to all else you'd feel utterly shafted

not real, yet ideal

and you wanted her. 

then there was me

in accord that her existence and quirks also filled me with glee

We admired and laughed at how silly and free

But had I stopped to be?

There was her.

There was me.

For you.

keepsake of a thought

 whatever you were going to say

keep it for now and let it play

don't fret on the how or the where or the way

just let it fill you for maybe one day

one day when the keepsake of a thought

could shine out in a space where it ought

Let the dream and the happy build hope rather than fraught

so allow it to swim around instead of get caught

allowing movement of a dream where it resides

until one day to trust where two keepsakes collide