Never Dreamed Before

It's like a touch of champagne on a velvet colored rim.
It's a dream I've dreamed of having when I dreamt of loving him.
There's a champion in the corner, a cloud upon the floor;
and though I never think I'm looking I keep going back for more.
I can't collect on wasted time; can't profit as a whore,
but in the midst of chaos, he could be what smites the scorn.
For there has never been another and no other will there be;
for he's the only lover who ever belonged to me.