As she lies sleeping, dreaming, perhaps
Does she dream of me?
As I sit by a stream dreaming
Is it not always of her?
As she lies sleeping, stirring, moaning
Does she imagine a lover?
As I sit imagining, desiring love
Is it not always from her?
As she lies sleeping, now quiet, soft, smiling
Does she feel enveloped by love?
As I sit, arms outstretched, eyes closed
Am I not there, forever loving?