Dream...
Not the saint's holy bliss, Nor all the world's wealth to kiss Nor the heart of a spotless dove But only you and your love. Your arms in a fond warm embrace Your red wet lips against my face Your soft white flesh and your hair strands enmesh That heavenly smile does lure A thousand feelings in me unfold pure Those seductive eyes, lit with passionate fire Every bit of you make up my wild desire. You could mean so much to me, I never knew All my life I shall be waiting for you Way too divine But you are a dream; a dream of mine.