She is but an impossibility
A woman of utmost beauty and elegance
Her graceful walks and charming eyes
The looks of a goddess in disguise
She lives in a place where everything dwells
Fairies and Elves; Sprites too
Where enchantments wander through
A land of summertime and golden hue
She, who occupies my very mind
An endless repetition of a movie hit
She, who conquers my very soul
A fine, young lady of my childhood years
She is but a dream
A hopeless proposal of fidelity
I am but a hopeless romantic
A man desiring a goddess of beauty
Yet there in my very soul resides
A single spark of hope I can't deny
Of having her, somewhere in reality
A union of a lovely nymph and mortal man
Somewhere, in a place where
reality and fantasy coalesce, I'll find her
In her full splendor, with her golden tiara
The lady I'm willing to die for.
T'is a hope of tomorrow
A desire encased in a time capsule
To be remembered, if time comes
By the very woman I long to see again.
Everything will be done
For everything means her
A hope of tomorrow, a desire of love
For a goddess I'm willing to die for.
