I dreamt of the most beautiful woman

She was, to me, all my dreams

And still a dream

I was refreshed and reborn in her beauty

Like spring grass or Winters sunlight

The thawing of the world

Was my heart for her

I was no bigger than a boy, really

So completely overmatched

I existed for her

And it was everything.

Even my desire was confused.

But I could not trust her

She did not feel similarly owned

And thus remains a dream.