In a moment of sorrow
I could not feel the sweetness of the harp
for i had one thought
and that thought was you
you unmade my heart
with the depth of your sigh
you plundered my soul
with the cunning of your smile
your beauty beggared description
like a jewel of unparalleled splendor
your being was a sweet image
like one from a fairy tale
i wanted to cry
for at the zenith of my love
i succumbed to your charm
you were lovely as a dream
the dream of my dream
you were like a thing of tears
that matched the opulence of your own eyes
yet in spite of the tears i poured
you inspired me to the point of fever
and so if only i could take the form of a dream
i would wish to be in the dream
of the woman of my dreams