Perchance to Dream

Perchance to Dream

If I dared to presume that the inner beauty

I can see hidden in your eyes

Would I be making something out of lies?

If I dared to write words praising

Your flush lips now smiling

Would I be fooling myself of your sincerity defiling?

But if I were to believe in the beauty

I have seen alive in you.

Would you turn your face from me?

And swear it was not true?

If I were to reach out to touch you cheek

Would you shrink away or refuse to look

At me or even speak?

If you were to sleep and in the night find death,

Would my words immortalize you in depth?

Or if it was I to die in the darkness of sleep,

Would you remember my words?

Would you think on me and weep?

To die in our sleep or to sleep in this dying

To wake in the midst of dreaming crying,

Calling out each others name

Are we forgotten, is this our hidden shame?

If I were to kiss your lips afire

With passion red, burning desire.

Would you laugh out loud in fear?

Or shiver at my touch, so passionate, so dear.

If I were to hold you close in sudden embrace

Would you push me away or

Unexpectedly strike me across the face?

If I were to love you without expectation or question

Would you still reject me at such an open suggestion?

If I were to ask you to return this my desperate love

Would you listen to the reasons I try to think of.

If I were to dream of you, my lady in moonlit splendor

So beautiful that no poet could capture nor artist render.

If I were to give you a rosebud so it would bloom

Would you keep it or would send it to its doom.

What I am saying is that I have fallen so much for you

It is something I have always wanted to do.

What I am really asking is for just a chance

To give me this moment for such a thing as a romance.

If I were to grow silent awaiting your answers to my request

Would my words rest in your heart, beating within your breast?

And if you were to grant me this chance to redeem

Than I would find hope the reason to perchance to dream.