In the depths of sleep, where improbable comes alive,
Where fantasies unfurl and our wildest reveries do strive,
No, I’d never dreamed of you.
The eyes I’d dreamed were azure; vibrant drops, matching sapphires,
Framed like lovely rose bushes with long lashes like briers.
But your eyes are burnt umber, pools of darkness yet they shine,
A synthesis of tenderness and humor by design,
But I’d never dreamed of you
I’d imagined locks of gold, corn silk glinting all aglow.
Flowing tresses without waves; straight as arrows from their bows.
But your tresses are russet, luscious curls like untamed vines,
Dancing in the summer breeze, begetting longing and repine.
Still I’d never dreamed of you.
I’d dreamed up arms to hold me, but they’d depart when I’d wake.
Dream hands could not swipe my tears; impart solace past daybreak.
You’re not what I expected, envisioned or sought after,
But each day in your presence, sates me with blissful laughter.
Yes, dreams cannot construct one’s life; cannot return one’s love,
So though I’d never dreamed of you,
your love was quite enough.