Dreams

There are dreams that come and go
And to us mean so little
And other dreams that to us are
No more than just a riddle.

But every dream that I now have
Are dreams you give me of
Those sensual touches in the night
Which gives to me your love.

How I love the dreams of us
As all the dreams to be
Where both our souls will share their kiss,
Exciting hungrily.

Let every dream between become
Our dreams of ecstasy
And every dream that love of us
Through joy’s eternity.