I can’t but think perhaps you are,
The fragments of a fallen star.
That Heaven cast down so sweet,
Now, I can’t wait for us to meet.

I can’t but think perhaps you are,
That melody of notes and bars.
More the rhyming of this poem,
As you are one heavenly form.

I can’t but think perhaps you are,
A lovely lily, pure, unmarred.
Blossoms in springtime’s bliss,
And a perfumed sweet gentle kiss.

Seems like you’re prancing in my mind,
No matter what I do, and in every time.
I find myself mesmerized in your thought.
As majestic desires realities are born.

I’ve met you in my dreams those late nights,
As a vision you come when I dim the lights.
You’re dancing in to the moonlight till dawn,
You are everything and so much, much more.