My Book of Dreams

My book of dreams is getting old
but full of memories , pure gold
I started it when I was small
Here are some dreams that I recall.

A princess I wanted to be
who lived in a land of fantasy
Of magic rainbows and sparkling treasure
Where life was nothing but pure pleasure
Where I would meet prince charming one day
And he would carry me away
His armour shining...what a sight
On his beautiful horse of pure white
Our lives would be one of fun and laughter
joy and gladness for ever after.

As I grew older,It was alarming..
I still dreamed of that prince charming
Of love and roses I would Fantasize
and of that first kiss romanticize
I wondered about the great sensation
of two lips meeting with anticipation
I dreamed of being a blushing bride
with my prince charming by my side
walking down the aisle hand in hand
with him leading me to that promised land.

A few years later while on vacation
I had a feeling of strange elation
A man had gone to great extreme
to prove to me he was supreme
He was not wearing shiny armour
but still managed to be a charmer
Handing me a bright red rose
and on his knees he did propose
In the middle of an art gallery
right where all the world could see

People stopped their conversation
Stared at us in admiration.
From his hand the rose I took.
How could I refuse that look ?
He said I was his one and only
no longer would my dreams be lonely
If I gave to him my heart
he promised we would never part.
But work together as a team
and add more to our book of dreams.

Skyangel

16 September 2002

CHALLENGE

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