Endless Dreams Poem by Joyce Hemsley

She walked in the room
with a delicate air...
he knew not whether
he was 'here or there'.
It was all so wonderful
and new, the chemistry
between those two.
Her presence was like
a breath of spring, so
beautiful and everything,
and as she gently smiled
his way ~ he saw the
darling buds of May.
In endless dreams they
drifted high, to some new
land beyond the sky.
Up and up they whirled
around. Oh what pure
magic they had found.