My Secret Dream

She was a mystery, she was a flame,

She was elusive, who's to blame?

She was a flower blooming not for me,

This woman was my secret dream.

She was a genie hiding in the mist,

She was an angel taming any beast;

You'd drink the poison she would give

And any lie of her you would believe.

I loved her silently, in my own way,

I didn't dare any word to say...

But it's too late to scream or cry -

She was my dream, a sweet dream of mine.