Perchance To Dream....

I dreamed a dream of beauty divine,
Not beauty skin deep but beauty of soul,
A liquid black night where the stars aligned,
To mend my wounds and make me whole.

I saw not with my eyes but with my heart,
Such a perfect being that it made me weep,
From all others he stood apart,
This man who was solely mine to keep.

His perfection was not in his form or his face,
Another would easily have passed him by,
It wasn't his words that made my pulse race,
But a gentleness of heart that I could not deny.

He caught me with kindness and a playful smile,
With quickness of wit and passion wild,
A lightness of being and touch febrile,
In his laughter I found my senses beguiled.

Let us dance forever in this beautiful dream,
In this moment let time stand still,
Let us wallow for eternity in joy supreme,
That no age can touch, nor winter chill.