JIM DUNLAP
L' Amour en Reve |  Reveries of Love

I toss in strangely troubled dreams
Of rolling hills and woodland streams --
Of soft, pale skin, so smooth and fair,
And Moonlight dancing off her hair.

What can I say?   What can I do?
For, sad to say, she's just not you.
True love calls … “Come, please be mine.
We'll drink to good Saint Valentine.”

And if, perchance, you choose to stay,
We'll leave her there, and go away:
To roam the world, to wander far …
Beneath fair Venus, morning's star.

For fate could never put asunder
Bonds of love, entwined in wonder …
Though our souls should dare to brave
A bright new land beyond the grave.

Why waste one day, one minute more?
Let's bite the apple to the core;
And while the years and seasons fly,
Our love will grow … and never die.