Just had a dream that made me wish it were real.
Somewhat of a perfect life, somewhat of a perfect girl.
Well let's be honest it was a dream, somewhat of a perfect world.
Now in this wonderful dream there is another at my side.
Considering certain events predicting a future wife.
There were moments of sinful bliss, every second she's on my mind.
Talking walks, Eating out, enjoying any place we could fine.
She always worked on a smile, always kept to the fine.
And no matter what the case she would never let me cry.
It wasn't because of strength, it wasn't because of pride.
It was Love and whenever I needed she was my guide.
My father lay in the hospital, any moment things could unwind.
She'd always ask and be disappointed if I couldn't say what's on my mind.
But that never got her upset or ever made her feel blind.
No matter what we went through in the end she was mine.
Together We always smiled. Together We were always fine.
He calls "She brought my favorite. You have anything to do with that?"
I say "nah I would have spoken against it cause I know you'd be fat."
We laugh. He states "You may have found one that I just might like."
I say "Well try not to steal her from me, she was hard to find."
In the next morning we visit him and were quite impressed.
He's standing and waiting for us at the door, fully dressed.
He says "I have to pay my respects. Compliments to the chef."
She asks "how are you doing?" Of course he responds "I am truly blessed."
