Don'T Quit Your Daydream

(This, written from the viewpoint of a young lady missing her beau at war) When in a moment's sweet repose I paused in midst of thought and knew it was this place in time you chose to stop ... and think upon me too. Your favorite poem was on my lips and melodies swept through my mind until they stopped and softly kissed the dreams each memory provides. Then, through a fog of thoughts you strode and reached as if to beckon me, "You are the blushed and fragile rose that in my heart will always be". With that you smiled and turned away - in daydreams born another day ... (in iambic tetrameter)