Disguised as one who hides within her thoughts,
The dreamer waits for those dreams to come true.
Carefully watching all that goes on around her,
She contemplates which things to let affect her.
How will the day, mold the dreams she has at night,
And how will those dreams, shape her life.
She thinks of a world, where things go right,
And yet is stuck in a world where seldom do they.
Rather than give up and move away from her thoughts,
Her dreams become more vivid and alive.
She sleeps in peace, with love surrounding her,
And feels lost when the light breaks in the window.
Her dreams are the escape that she must have,
When the world becomes too much to bear.
A life that is good, and a heart that is true,
Is all she thinks of as she drifts off to sleep.
She knows one day, those dreams can come true,
And so she continues to hope and to dream.
She looks in the eyes of the one who depends on her,
And cant help but feel a sense of peace.
Though the dreams she has in her mind for herself,
Feel so real and so perfect, she needs nothing more.
She dreams of perfection, and hides what she knows,
Perfection is in the eyes of those who seek it.
I have sought out perfection, only to finally see,
That the perfection I seek, has already been shown to me.
A dream of a love, that I can call my own,
Sounds like heaven, but is only that, a sound.
Instead my idea of perfection, and heaven
Is within the arms of that little one.
Though I seek to have a love of my own,
One I can grow old beside and love forever.
I know that I do not need to have that to be happy,
Because I have been lucky enough to have been given
The love that means the most of them all.
This love I have in my everyday life,
Means more than any love I dream of at night.
So though I may escape to my dreams while I lie in bed,
They are only thoughts that occupy my nights.
When it comes down to the truth of what I want, or need,
It's all in her, she completes me.