Dream’s can come true

I don’t remember wishing on a shooting star,
or polishing a lamp from an eastern bazaar.
Making a pact with the devil for my soul,
reading a magical incantation from ancient scroll
Yet my dreams took flight in Waitrose cafe
a wondrous enchantment had come my way

An amazing lady who’s funny and smart
A vision of beauty that’s captured my heart
Her lips are soft and yearn to be kissed
and when holding her close it’s hard to resist.
With eyes that sparkle with every embrace
A new found passion I found in that place

Hand in hand we strolled for a while
Chatting and laughing with every mile
a horseless carriage hid a covert kiss
a journey to nowhere that ended in bliss
each time we part my soul starts to weep
she stays on my mind even when I’m asleep