Be Your Dreams’ Bride



Morning after morning as the sun

Doth sit upon her throne from the east

She poses to you the question

Why not give your heart a feast?


Not one of material things

Which soon fly away with the wind

But with seemingly little beings

Whom upon your heart so bid.


Your dreams hope to feel her warmth upon their skin

As they hear her whisper to your heart

They hope that her words will one day win

The battle you are so much reluctant to start.


I hope you never have to regret

Why you ignored the voice of your heart

Your room of solace is the mood into which you get

Sad that you didn’t throw a dart.


You might not hit the bull’s-eye for starts

But you would, no doubt, have tried.

Enough with the numerous planning charts

Just come alive and be your dreams’ bride.