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.