My Dream

I dream sometimes of a perfect world
Where I am with the perfect girl
Whose beauty goes beyond any grace?
I dream of her in my special place
I wake, however to my surprise
To find myself looking in her eyes
The girl of my dream has become real
I touch her face and beauty I feel
Her soft skin and softer eyes
Her moist pink lips I watch devise
A plot to intertwine with mine
A plot I think is quite divine
I pinch myself, for it just can’t be
No woman like this could be with me
No woman-- so beautiful, so kind
Could be with a man with stature like mine
Alas, by some evil she must be cursed
Bound to me, had her lips forced pursed
But the look in her eyes is that of love
No, this woman must be a blessing from above
A gift from the heavens from some sort of god
As my heart swells with some sort of sod
I accept the kiss her lips did plot
No sweeter nectar has ever been brought
From anything ever made by man
Nor by any plot nor plan
So now I pray every day when I awake
Those lips will be pursed and mine to take
And those eyes will remain soft and full of love
And though I don’t deserve this gift from above
She will remain with me for all of my days
For this alone I will give praise
For nothing else has been bequest
That may give me such happiness.