In My Dreams

Not in my wildest dream, or most wonderful

Of fantasies… Could I have invented

A more lissome figure or graceful being,

I could not have created an image or have found

Words capable of describing such beauty

Inside and out. Each time I see you, I want to cry—

Now, I don’t want you to feel distressed,

Or think that I’m anything less

Than overjoyed each time we meet…

But every time I see you

I become overwhelmed with emotion,

Simply because I’m so glad we’ve met.

And I wouldn’t trade those feelings

For any worldly possession—

You remind me that I am alive,

And that my heart continues to beat.