A Short Declaration of Our Being

I am but an awestruck fool to your beauty
However, your filtered eyes simply pass it over
To remove these filters, is now my primary duty
So that you will one day be your own lover
You are but a simple dream in my head
There for a moment, in the next, gone
But now, I just lay in my soft bed
To begin my dream again until the dawn
We are but some teenage antics
But you know of antics I am quite fond
But now I rest my display of semantics
As I close my eyes and dream of a blonde