Fishing

As I lie upon my bed
Thoughts of you dance round my head.
A plot in my head I'm slowly hatching
For when I go fishing it's you I'll be catching.
But this catch I won't ever through back
Nor feed it to a hungry cat,
But will keep as a treasure in my heart
I fear the days when we'll be apart.
But what bait to use, I ponder now
&; when is the best time to fish &; how?
Will I land this priceless catch?
For this will be a hardened match.
But when triumphant I rise
&; look into your deep, kind eyes
&; say I've waited for this all my life
&; you'll never feel pain or strife,
As I am here, &; then
I'll never have to go fishing again.