If you are but a dream, then let me sleep forever, for my wish is only for us to be together. If your touch is but wind, I long for that gentle breeze, that warms my heart and puts my mind at ease.
If your kiss is but rain, then let it pour down on me, from the storm clouds of your love for always and eternity. If your gaze is but moon beams let them shine on my forever, for there's a longing in my soul for us to be together.
If your whispers are but humming birds, let their song reach my ear, for I hear the song of an angel which is shear. If your essence is but roses, let me breathe in thy sent, and all the complexities there of so pure an elegant.
If the feeling of your skin is but silk, then let my fingertips graze thy cloth, I look for a word to describe such beauty, but no word truly doth. If your name is but brush strokes it's a painter's master piece, the amazement of such artwork never dose cease.
So I ask myself this question, is he still but a dream, or is the image that lay in my thoughts more real than it seems.