To Dream
To dream of every woman,
When beauty sleeps with me.
If she asked me now,
Would I tell her,
Or turn away?
Hidden in the darkness,
In light to bright to see.
If she told me now,
would I hear her,
Or run away?
I always see perfection,
The way that she was formed.
If she held me now,
would I hold her,
Or turn away?
I could not see her likeness,
and missed her in the storm.
If I held her now,
would she love me,
Or run away?