Dreaming Of Love

I'm stuck into this odd looking castle, I'd think I truly

dress up as a young beloved prince of England, I cannot

believe it, my heart leaped through my chest, I'd think

I'm a poet lover, a wonderful charming princess came and

come through the castle, I took her soft and tender hand to

dance with me, all the royalties came and watched the

enchanted lovers dance on the ballroom dance floor like a

feather or a leaf, we'd smile together, we'd kiss together

on the dance floor forever, we'll discovered our hearts in

the world out there, until that night, the dream moon came

up perfectly, I'd think I am dreaming constantly, I was

married a young classical Princess, very bright and colorful

moment, I slapped myself, I slapped myself, I'm truly and

deeply dreaming of love and beauty same time straight, it

happens every minute long of my life

Written by

Michael James Brindley

5-9-15