Her vision came to me,
With the stars all a glow.
Could she be a dream,
By morning I did know.
She spoke to me,
Her words soft true and kind.
An angel from my dreams,
This I surely did find.
What of me could she want,
To her what could I give.
I will offer her these two things,
She may have them as long as I live.
To you this day,
I give you my heart and my pen.
And hope you'll stay in my life,
To give them purpose again.