You only live once,
it's not what it seems.
You live life over,
again, in your dreams.
Dreams are the way
life is lived to tell,
knowing your life
has been lived well.
I dreamt, last night,
a dream of bliss,
I received from you,
my very first kiss.
Why does love, sometimes,
appear in the way,
dreaming the dreams,
of life's yesterday?