Woman Of A Thousand Dreams

For this entire lifetime; I’ve been in love;
with a woman; whose name I don’t know;
her personality, fit mine like a glove;
together we were destined to grow.

She was the woman, of a thousand faces;
one which blended with all situations;
serenely fitted with the Master’s graces;
never bothered by life’s complications.

This woman was the picture of perfection;
images pictured her in multiple scenes;
the perfect creation of light’s reflection;
this woman of a thousand dreams.

She was a woman, of which, dreams are made;
she had a sincere and universal appeal;
although this fantasy; was merely a charade;
my thoughts of her were surreal.

I often pictured her; within passionate embraces;
feeling her warmth and perfection;
this woman of sheer beauty and a thousand faces;
and yet; I feared her rejection.

One night, my dreams became a shadowy mist;
I suddenly faced the sting of rejection;
in thoughts of her beauty; I imagined we kissed;
discovering my dream of perfection.

Perfection is never what we think it to be;
for life is never what it seems;
after that night, I could no longer see;
that woman of a thousand dreams.

Monty 12/9/24. # 2,499