The Perfect One

There is a man who comes to me
he sings sweet songs, in my dreams
he shows me things I could know
if i opened my heart and let it grow.

He's a ruler of a world indeed
his kingdom shines and wonders thee.
He's kind and caring
with a gentle way
he tells me things, I long to say.
He shows me the way I could be
when I drop all fears
and become completely free.

He takes me through his world of light
hand in hand, banishing all fright
He holds me high, in his mind
he shows me love, of a different kind

He can enter in and seduce thy mind
he tells me softly, there will come a time
that I will belong to him.

I have never looked upon his face
he hides that from me with upmost grace
his voice is familiar and yet I find
I can't put my finger on it, but in time

When I'm with him, I feel free
I am happy and sometimes giddy
He makes me feel beautiful and full of grace
I wish I could look up on his face.