Another Dream of Her
Yet another dream of her
(that smile, which brings such happiness to my heart)
she sitting with her sisters
in an idle photograph
she smiling like that,
arms around ones who truly love her,
she so beautiful,
dressed in her Thursday's best;
so beautiful like that
and you there in my dreams keeps me warm
(and my heart sings a tone, that the birds shed a tear too)
and I smile
and I live
and my heart flies to a place, not like this one
a place where love is in charge
and hate is not in the dictionary of life.
Another dream of the one woman who makes me smile,
yet the Gods do not let me have her;
but such a woman as that is not worthy of a man like I;
such a woman with such a smile as hers' deserves the best of the best,
and nothing but the best for her,
so as a man, I shall let go of her warm and glorious beauty
and give to a lucky man
and I shall not pout, nor envy him or her,
for something so beautiful as love and sacrifice
deserves such praise!
Oh yes another dream of her,
dancing with me in her evening ballroom dress,
in my arms,
as the smiling faces join hands with one another
and watch us dance in such a lovely dream.
her smile, such glory and so bright,
it blocks out the rays of the powerful sun
and can brighten the darkest of the Earth's four corners.
another dream of her,
that girl, that woman, that lady
who stomped out the fire that was burning away at my angry heart,
she gave faith to me,
and now I give her that blessing of true love
with another,
for I take such notion of her being happy with another,
than being with me and frowning.
Sure, tears have been shed, and jealousy has killed good men's judgment,
but such beauty as hers’ could kill a man.
Another dream of her,
my portrait lady,
my lovely dream girl,
my friend.
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