This is a poem in two parts...

Part 1

I dreamed last night of fantasy,
a dream so soft and cool,
within an emerald forest,
beside a crystal pool.

So then I knelt by waters edge,
and as I looked above,
I saw a sight of wonder,
that filled my heart with love.

For there above the waters skin,
a mythic sight seen here.
An angel stood on unseen ground,
and washed my heart of fear.

Her deep brown eyes, like diamonds black,
then watched me kneeling there.
And as I sank into those eyes,
There beauty ripped my bare.

In angel's eyes, with naked soul,
I felt a burning light.
it bound me up like loving arms,
and there it held me tight.

With question on my burning lips,
she came to stand by me,
and silenced me with whispers soft,
of how our fates may be.

Those lips with hew of fresh, red blood,
wound enchantments 'round my mind.
This angel caught my heart in flight,
with lips of spells did bind.

So As her lips span spells on me,
there then her hand took mine.
She opened angels wings of gold,
and left the world behind.

She took me far above the clouds,
and showed me worlds unseen.
Told me of the things we passed,
and what their secrets mean.

But there at height, with in my dream,
I found myself awake,
I thought of all I'd seen this night,
but then no sense could make.

Part 2

I dreamed last night of fantasy,
but wait, that isn't true.
As fantasy would end at morn,
and leave me not with you.

For know you see that angel,
of which my story told,
was a though of you inside my dreams,
to whom my heart was sold.

Those brown angelic eyes are yours,
that lent my soul to bleed.
Those eyes that held raw beauty there,
on which my heart can feed.

Untouched beauty, in those deep eyes,
enchants my fragile heart.
And with warm waves of ecstasy,
they guard my loves depart.

That angels lips, of deep red hew,
which whispered in my ear,
those enchantments to entrap my heart,
had brought my eyes to tear.

For I had thought those whispers lost,
those whispered words untrue.
But here I sit, and what I see,
is that the angels you.

It was your soft and golden wings,
that brought my soul to fly.
You who lifted up my heart,
to soar upon the sky.

And while upon the winds we danced,
you taught me many things.
And in that way you knowledge,
gave me my own wings.

In dream I saw an angel,
awake I see one too.
With eyes, and lips, and beauty fair,
that angel here is you.

And your beauty is much greater,
than any dream of mine.
For your beauty is a rare thing,
for your beauty I do pine.