Love is like all those lost dreams,
when awake not all is as it seems.
Something is always out of sight,
to reappear in the darkest night.
To find the one that you love true,
is to hold that lost dream with you.
During the waking hours of day,
the dream remains, here to stay.
My loves dream is with me now,
though apart, together somehow.
Time will out, we will be as one,
our dream is here, yet not begun.
