Rekindled Dreams

My days of youth were spent in foolish thought,
While dreams of ideal love did fill my head.
My perfect complement with fervor sought,
A mate, a confidante, a matching thread.
But dreams unfed must simply fade and die,
And leave behind an empty lifeless shell.
It’s there I found myself to wonder why,
And wallow in my self constructed hell.
In you, my love, my dreams once more may live,
No angel ever loved me as you do,
Or wanted me enough to freely give
That deepest self that others never knew.

If dream this be then let me not awake,
My life to sleep I’d give for your love’s sake.