The dream

romance poem about a dream

The first time I saw you I new it was true
that I would spend my life with you
With a little house
and a yard to go too
maby even a garden or two
Wouldnt it be perfect
wouldnt it be grand
dont you just love how we walk hand in hand
or how we fit perfect in eachothers arms
while we sleep on the bed or out in the yard
with our little tent built up so high
just enought to hold you tight
Isnt it perfect
isnt it grand
to bad it a dream that I have had