Sonnet # 2 Poem by John A. Hancock

My nightly dreams are fill'd with thee
A never ending story that lingers each night thru
Happy am I at thy bed at rest
When my thoughts turn to you
What sweet music fills my mind
An angelic melody
I can almost hear the strings as they play
A symphony of love to you from me
I stare each night at the stars above
Waiting for one to fall
And when it does I will quickly wish
For the greatest gift of all
Which is simply you my dear, and I pray
Thee one day will answer my noble call