Dreaming Of
Written 6/9/99
She is the one,
that I'm always dreaming of.
To love her'd be divine,
her boidy'd be my sacred shrine.
My eyes see nothing but perfection,
adding to my burning affection.
Her eyes have a beautiful gleam,
and her skin is so soft and smooth, like a milky cream.
Is it so bad to yearn,
her secrets, I want to learn.
How does she feel in her heart,
does she miss me when we're apart.
If I were to say I love you,
would she say it back, and mean it true.
I wish I could hold her, and tell her how much I care,
as I stroke and caress her silky hair.
I want to whisper sweet words into her ear,
but I'm held back by my petty fear.
She may reject each word, telling me she'll never be my wife,
my heart'd ache, her words stabbing like a knife.
I'd be so sad, I'd have to hide,
not wanting anyone to see that I've cried.
My dream'd be replaced by a nightmare,
then to life life, I wouldn't care.
That's what I hear, the dream could die,
I can't let that happen, so I must lie.
I'll smile as I tell her I just want to be a friend,
the dream'll live, never having an end.