Dreaming of Her

Morning comes, yet I do not wake
I turn and dream, for beauty's sake
And before I know it, she's standing there
Such flawless beauty, I breathe her air
She seems so happy, I see her smile
And she's here for me, such grace, such style
I feels we have, forever been
Perfect together, her king, my queen
She steps to me, she sits, we kiss
This feel so real, such porcelain bliss
In this moment, it feels so perfect
She is happy, my heart to collect
In this moment, I truly understand
The meaning of happiness, she's close at hand
I love you, my dear, although I know
This is all a dream, and you must go
Thank heaven above, that I no longer
See you quite enough to ponder
If such dream, can ever be
A blissfully perfect reality.

Reviews

[MagicHearted Knight]

Excellent work. The flow and cadence of the piece reminds me a great deal of Walt Whitman. You've done well to convey your vision in a truly lyrical way. The simply yet honest emotion you project in this piece is captivating. Again, Top Notch work.