In My Dreams

A southern bell that rings my chimes

In my Dreams

I want to hold your hand on a walk thru the park

hold you close on the porch after dark

I smile when I smell your perfume

every time that you walk by

yes in my dreams you are always there

making sure that I know you care

your tender kisses taste like sugar

so soft they make me cry

the way you walk you swing your hips

your country accent rolls off your lips

with a hint of the old south

your ruffled frilly dress sitting on the veranda

I look into your eyes and fade away

so in love with you for one more day

it's not your name but it seems

in my dreams I should call you Miranda

Gomer LePoet