As night spreads its ribbons of darkness Loneliness taps at my window pane, But too lost in reverie am I To pay heed to its doleful refrain
Wishful thinking helps me to escape From the madness of Life's fickle ways; Though make-believe is a tangled web, I thrive in its ethereal haze
How sweet the proverbial nectar That flows from his lips onto mine; What bliss I derive from a romance Only my wild impulse could design
I swoon at his expressions of love Sung and spoken in poetic verse; (Though at times my heart scoffs at pretense, Seeing not a blessing, but a curse)
Yet, when I gaze deep into his eyes I thrill to see love's reflection there; He need only take hold of my hand And together we climb Heaven's stair
O, how painful are the loveless hours Of reality I must endure; In my dreary solitude I find Wishful thinking holds a strange allure
Ah! but then reality holds sway --- Once again the snake devours the dove; But wishful thinking soon restores my peace With its exquisite mimicry of love!