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.