she is a dream

I once dreamed a dream
and i guess its hard to understand what i mean
without experiencing it for yourself
you wouldn't believe thats she's the most beautiful girl i've seen

she likes it when i tell her she's beautiful
though she probably doesn't get that i don't mean just mean physically
see im talking body, mind and spirit.
cause that's what beauty really is to me
cause the sound of her voice and her kiss are equally as sweet to me
and i can't choose between kissing her chest or learning about her history
her eyes make me smile almost as much as when she bites her lip

we danced to sinatra in her kitchen in the moonlight.
shared our souls over pasta
and had scrabble based grammar fights.
and for two nights we connected over two bottles of wine, two cans of coke, one batch of brownies,
2-3 eggs a day and since her body was tired i made love to her mind.
her eyes are so kind.
better than any diamond you'll ever find
she looks at me with them constantly, her head laying next to mine.
and im overwhelmed with uphoric bliss,
cause neither of us expected this
at times i swear she's too fucking cool to actually exist.
but only cause she's such a dork who'll say words like 'shall' and 'ridonkulous'
and this will always make me laugh, which she knows'll get her a kiss
see im in heaven on her lips.
the way her mouth seems to insist.
there is nothing other than this
not a thing of importance to miss
so give all you have to this kiss
and let her show you true bliss

and in the morning i wake up and feel her smiling on my chest
her warmth invigoriating my body
cause the wicked will get no rest.
and as i look around i realize this wasn't a dream,
cause this place is a fucking mess.