If I am the night
You are a beautiful dream that leaves me wanting for more
If I am the plain old blue sky
You were the orange, cotton soft cirrus of my sunset.
If I was a lyric
You were the music that caresses every line
If I am a face
You are the pretty smile that lights up my countenance.

But I am not the night
Yet you are still that beautiful dream
I am not the sky
Yet I knew that you would bring color to my life
I am not a lyric
Yet I can almost hear the music of your laughter
I don't have that much of a face
Yet remembering you brings a smile to my lips.

Yet again
You are but only a dream.