DREAMER OF DREAMS

UPON THE FERTILE LAWNS OF MY HEART DOES SHE LAY IN MY DREAMS. A SMILE, CAST FROM HEAVEN ABOVE DOES SHE OFFER TO THIS DREAMER OF DREAMS. FOR SHE, THIS LOVE OF MINE IS FOREVER CAUGHT UP IN THIS HEART OF MINE. SHE IS BEAUTY; SHE IS SOFTNESS AND SHE IS ALL WHICH I KNOW AS LOVE. HERE, DEEP IN MY SLUMBERINGS, IT IS SHE WHO BLOWS DANDELION FLEECE WITH HER TEMPTING LIPS. SHE, WITH EYES SO DEEP, IS THE ONE WHOSE SONG IS THE WIND I LOVE SO DEEPLY. AND YET, WHERE IS THIS DREAM OF PASSIONS AND NEED WHEN THESE EYES ARE NOT ASLEEP? SHE IS HERE, THAT IS SO TRUE, FOR I CAN HOLD HER DREAMS AND LIFE. WHO IS SHE, ONE MIGHT WONDER WHO HAS CAPTURED THIS HEART. SHE IS MY WIFE WHY IS IT THAT I, BUT A SOLITARY MAN, WRITES ALL THIS OF MY LOVE FOR HER? AH, TIS IT NOT LOVE WHO TAUGHT ME TO LISTEN TO THE WINDS IN THE TREETOPS? WAS IT NOT LOVE, SIMPLE AND SWEET, WHO TAUGHT ME TO SMELL THE SWEET CLOVERS? YET, THIS MAN I HAVE BECOME FROM WITHIN EYES I LOVE HAVE I FOUND A SECRET I CAN SHARE. YET WHAT CAN ANY MAN SHARE WHEN SO DEEPLY IN LOVE? ONLY THIS: IN LOVE I HAVE FOUNDONLY MIGHT, AND IN LOVE I MIGHT DARE TO BE JUST MYSELF