My Beautiful Dame

Dreaming of my beautiful dame,

I awoke hoping her to retrace;

She lived inside with her fame,

behold a well remembered face.

My nights were empty ‘n hollow

So, in her love I surely mellow;

Finding in her my beloved fellow,

The name of The Lord I did hallow.

I prayed it is no snowflake dream

That tickles the eyes and disappears;

I didn’t mind serenading the stream

Her footsteps tracing hardly clear.

Over the horizon her face gleamed,

Bringing the joy that will redeem,

The time of long aching that seemed

Like eternity lest her love did beam.

Over the window sill my eyes fixed,

With anticipation ‘n emotions mixed.

Your name to my name was prefixed,

And in it love enjoyed being suffixed.