It's 12:04am and I'm trying my best to sleepAll I can think about are memories we haven't created yetMemories waiting to be planted and blossomI'm thinking about youIf your hair is long...blonde maybeMaybe you have green eyes that sparkle like a gemI wonder what my name sounds like coming from your lipsAnd if you'll finally be the one for me.
I dreamt about youFunny thing is I can't remember your nameOr voice.I don't know if we've crossed paths yet.I don't know if we'll ever meetBut I do know this,In my dream I was in love for the first time.
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!