Maiden Of My Dreams
One night this maiden walked out of the mist,
Enticed and awed her lips I wanted to kiss.
Her hair flowed red with emerald green eyes,
Her face was that of an angel, a voice to make you cry.
She pleaded to me softly and asked me to stay,
Just as I turned an started to walk away.
I had to be dreaming it just couldn't be real,
My heart was beating faster as my love was hers to steal.
This lady was special for this I knew,