confident that she is the only one,
awakes each day as beautiful as the morning sun. .
devoured with goodness her love pours out,
changing thoughts of mine without a doubt. .
i dream for things i always see,
not of this world or even of me. .
far beyond the stars so high,
deep in the heavens is where all my dreams lie. .
is it love and kindness that can hold true,
is it friendship and laughter that complete you. .
is it sentual sexual perverted mind thoughts,
is it memorys bound up in a wet cardboard box. .
leaking out oh so slow, only for me to one day unfold. .
somewhere beneath the mindset of strain,
i see a lovely women picking flowers in the pouring rain. .
for if all my dreams were to come true,
i would no longer sit here and dream of you. .