Most dreams are made of many things,
But mine are all of you.
I close my eyes, and soon sleep brings,
Sweet pictures all night through.

When sometimes we are both apart,
I find that I am lonely.
And feel a void within my heart,
I long to fill, if only.

But all I have to do is sit,
And wish dull thought away.
Then soon my dreamy mind will flit,
To see two spirits play.

So this is what I know to do,
When I am just with me.
My soul then reaches out for you,
In love's own reverie.