I would wonder that my story
Could we all intrigue our fantasy
When while reality casts a shadow
In only mystique in brilliance.
Would a listener ever understand
The depth of love when known,
Or might natural human condition
Suggest always dramatics do pale.
Oh to be the heartache in a dream
She can with certain eye melt away
While I might recall an elegance
A finality will never touch my lips.
Oh to be the magic plays my soul
Hers is a love does leave me whole