Dreamers dream up lovers.
I guess poets do, too.
I am luckier than they are.
I didn't dream up you.

You are as real as the dishes,
And bills and taxes, too.
You're an everyday person.
I didn't dream up you.

I'm the luckiest person.
And this is the silliest rhyme.
I'm going back to bed now.
I'll finish another time.