I had a dream last night
Which gave me pleasure and delight
But, when I awoke she was not there
She was a vapor escaping in the air.
She wore for me satin and lace
Because of her I am still wearing a smile upon my face
And though she was just a Dream
My eyes are still agleam.
Her face I still can reminisce
And I still remember her passionate kiss
Though I am not in a mindset
Her hair I believe was brunette.
I still owe her a great and an unpaid debt
Sadly how quickly to those who we forget
Her eyes they twinkled and they shined
My soul she let unsigned.
As I lie in my bed remembering a fantasy
Oh how that I wished her I could truly see
If that dream were to ever come true
I would want it to be with you.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem