My Own Dreams...
"How I can express my love to you in three words by my deeply soul, mouth, eyes. You’re the
kite for me that you’re flying near the mountain, I’m waiting you by worrying by my heart
if you’re ok and talking with wind and showing, she is the paradise I love so much.
You step into my dream and tiptoeing softly like a celestial nymph by wearing a garland
of yellow flowers and set upon your soft golden curls, a tiara of luminescent jasmine white.
You slip into my dreams, singing of your love's offerings to me, touching me softly with your song.
I just find within in a voice so gentle and virgin, pearly white notes a bubbling from your sweet fountain of o love.
Every drop is like nectar in my dreams when I drink. You continue stepping into my dreams,
each night with blissful soft of softness, rocking the sweet night away to blissful sleep,
then hastening suddenly to depart wordlessly, just before the break of dawn your silken
gown trails off our love garden. Yet, it’s still so respectful that when you turning to
look back. It seems as your rosebud lips smiling a promise of sweeter nights yet to come.
Form silently gliding away vanishing, each night you leave me thus, awake and wondering who
can you be my love and where are you from? Are you real or are you a celestial being? Oh how
my heart yearns to see you my love, in living flesh and blood. If I were allowed to write one
letter, to whom and about what would you write? I'd write to my most beautiful window girl to
let her know how happy I am that you came into my dreams..."