Lace Black

She sits Lace Black ,
Silken Hair trails down Her back,
My eyes look into a dream and a something deep,
My Hand trembles as it touches her as she sleeps,
never in a dream nor reality have I found,
Love to even come close to that in Her soft for me sounds,
The stars never seem so Bright ,
As here just watching Her sleep this night,
Never has a Man as me held something this real,
From the first moment We met and the kiss I did steal,
till the time I walked down the Isle with a Queen,
these are the things I Dreams
Have seen ,
and Feel,
as rain on my face ,
she comes to me ,
by the sweet Name of,
LACE.