Out of a Dream

My dreams of her had colored all my youth, Her beauty, grace, and charm were all I sought. I reached for her in dreams to learn the truth, The art of love in her embrace was taught. As years progressed and youth was vainly spent, I dreamed her less and less as time slipped by. The art of love turned act and lacked intent, What dreams I dreamed were desolate and dry. I yearned for love, I sought it night and day, 'til one bright morn a wondrous thing occurred. I browsed a shop, and when I stopped to pay, A vision from those faded dreams appeared. And then I felt my heart stop for a while, She'd dreamed me, too, I saw it in her smile.