My Dream

A dream is nothing more than a subconscious set of thoughts to be forgotten at the ring of an alarm clock.

My dream lies within a woman.

A woman so stunning, that a “memory” is not worthy of the elegance of her presence.

A woman so beautiful that even a mirror couldn’t fully capture the essence of that which stands before it.

Now, I haven’t met this woman yet and sometimes wonder if she is a reality,

But the mere thought of her is intoxicating.

It makes me wonder if I should continue searching,

Or if I should just wait until God places her in my arms.

The void that exists between my awaiting arms yearns to be filled with the presence of a woman whose heart is only rivaled by that of the Greek Goddess of Love Aphrodite.

I am only but consumed by the thought that this woman exists,

But disheartened as my generous efforts and romantic prowess go feverishly unrewarded.

I would hate to waste my chivalrous nature on women that will ultimately become,

Fly by night, but at the same time, I would hate to waste a second treating My Queen as anything less than jus that, a Queen.

So I will continue to be the man I am, in search and in waits, for that woman,

That ONE woman, who will ultimately bring me down to one knee,

And change the course of my dreams forever.