Large frame and soft smiles, Soft but your keen eyes,

As fable-like as I may seem, I promise you, I am not a dream. I dreamt for a thousand years, And still, I dream As everyone else hopes for a

Dark, dreamy night, I hear your beguiling wiles, I do. I do. I do.

I am glad I got that chemical cocktail still. Each time I look at them, I am on a zip line ride,

I think I saw an angel today, for I was so enamored, so enthralled by that hair and that smile, so taken by. So my question lies all the