Drifting in and out of sleep,

Not a sound can be heard

but the rushing beating heart within me.

Someone in mind and memory

breathes such life into me!

My love renews me;

how deeply he moves me,

makes me more than what I am,

Shows me all that I can be. . .

He sees me.

Were you not only a dream,

I could, would share such a love with you.

Would I dare?

But I awaken,

alone, lonely and shaken,

gasping for air.