As I drift off, I'm wondering of you
And what your dreams would be like tonight
What kinda world would your mind brew
Or would it be your heart that'll take flight?
I'm hoping though that you'll dream of me
Just a little, if not too much
That I may infatuate you, or maybe
Even be the object of your love!
So I wish I had something intelligent to say
Like a Wordsworth poem written under a willow
To leave you dreaming of me...but hey
All I have are these vague words conjured on my pillow...