Creating our own fantasies

I have no clue what you talk about when you speak of forever and eternity,
It is not known to me to what depths you believe in your own words,
But at times I wish we could only cherish this moment's serendipity.
Yet what I wish and what my mind is tempted to think are far away destinations; 
It moulds and shapes our transient future a little too many times, 
While my humble heart silently asks for salvations.
It frequently scares me to have so much credence, 
I doubt if this fantasy merely makes my heart vulnerable, while it tries to keep it satiated. 
Still,I remind myself of how this very fantasy also makes me reach the heavens, 
And how the vague thought of holding this little dream with you unshattered keeps my existence enchanted.