July 1, 2009

The Dream

 

As a young boy I had a dream

      A dream that was held for years

Being 21 and with my teens gone

      This dream was turning to fears

 

I had sought the Perfect Woman

      And had put forth many a ship for sail

So with the experiences I had gained

      I would have bet my dream to fail

 

In my dream I had wanted a woman

      A woman who possessed beauty inside and out

A woman with sheer confidence in herself

      A woman that left me no doubt

 

In my dream she had to be pretty

      But even she new nothing of it

She had to be charming and elegant

      With a contagious sense of wit

 

In my dream she had to laugh

      Even at things that were dumb

She had to make the boring times

      Appear to be so much fun

 

In my dream she had to cry

      When things were going bad

She had to hold me

      When things for me were sad

 

And in my 21st year of dreams

      I was accompanied by something new

The vision of this perfect girl

      Who I have come to learn as you

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