Unforseen to me you crept,

 quietly you took each step.

It was my heart you overcame,

I am the only one to blame.
 
 

For with the fairy tales you write

you warm my soul into the night.

With a vision more than grand,

I dream of you holding my hand.
 
 

I think of you roaming by the sea,

pledging your tender love for me.

Of things unseen, of words unsaid,

the silent nodding of your head.
 
 

Then I awake, alone to find

the you and I was in my mind.

My love for you I must supress,

but I love you dear, nevertheless..
 
 

Penny Beth Ward

©  October 13th, 1978