Sweet, tender, collected thoughts of you.
As I sleep they awaken in me.
Pleasantly, peacefully you take my hand and we begin to walk.
The flowers are beautiful roses in a bed of glistening pebbles.
The path which we walk upon is lighted by dimly lit red candles.
As we approach the end of the path there is a bench covered in red velvet
cushions with black trim
We sit and you reach behind you and take one of the red roses and hand it to
As you hand it to me you say in your own little way.
Look closely into the center of the flower as you do this, react as you wish.
The rose is in my hand and you reach into the rose and take out a ring.
You then take my left hand and place it on my ring finger .
As you do this you begin to smile and say I love you,
you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Baby you would make me the happiest man alive if you would be my bride.
Before I could say anything you kissed me and smiled at me.
I smiled back and said..............................................
Then I was awakened by the ringing of the telephone.