• Oh, what a dream this was.
    A maiden with hair as soft
    And pure as silk.
    Her skin so white and creamy,
    Oh how I yearn to caress this angel.
    With beauty so inhumane,
    Composed and still I can no
    Remain.
    The angel calls to me,
    In her soprano tone,
    Alas I can not move,
    Held frozen by her gaze.
    She beckons for me to
    Come more near,
    This beautiful face,
    Why do I fear?
    And with one uneasy breathe,
    I step towards this angelic
    Creature.
    More anxious I grow the
    Closer I get,
    Her body so still and
    Unmoving,
    She looked as if she were
    A statue,
    A face carved by God.
    So close now just one
    More inch,
    Her hand reaches towards
    My face,
    I do not move nor flinch.
    As her soft hand lays on
    My cheek,
    And it makes me feel,
    Oh such things for so
    Long I have not felt.
    But what was this emotion?
    Blissfulness?
    Love?
    Happiness?
    My feelings…
    I can not grasp.
    Perhaps this was pain.
    The pain of knowing such
    A beautiful creature does not
    Exist…