Sweet like a rose you are

             I imagine

Eyes like the sky or sea

             I suppose

Laugh like the breeze

             I swear I’ll listen

Even when I wish to speak most

     I’m sorry

if my mind

     creates you so faded,

face unclear

      like the clouds in the sky

I float with you in my dreams so daily

      Often wonder

how you’d look by the eye

     or sound by the ear

                      When reality returns

without flowery pretension

              Where will we be then?