I could dream a thousand dreams of you,
Losing myself in what is untrue.
Streams surround of you, of me.
My heart longs to stay forever in this fantasy.
But would it, could it, ever outweigh,
That greatest joy I find in just one day,
In simplest of moments, spent with you?
Alas, I fear no dream would ever do.
And so, I'll strive to stay awake,
Living on, though my heart may quake
In fear that you may one day away.
Even then, sleeping dreams, stay at bay,
For knowing you whilst I am here
Is ever greater than any dream, my dear.

To me, my heart, I cannot compare
You to anything, to be quite fair.
Shaming, innocently, Nature's beauty,
Your smile, a look, indescribable to me.
Thoughts strike fiercely, like lightning,
Of finding something, anything
In all creation quite like you,
But nothing I've found will ever do.
Shall I compare you to the finest jewel,
Lit eternally aflame, yet to the touch so cool?
Or perhaps to the morning sky,
Rising gently, the canvas of soft clouds on high
Painted gently in reds and golds by the sun,
When all is shown as art of the One,
Putting all the world with but a look at ease.
Yet still, before all of these,
I am quite convinced that He,
Spent far more time on thee.