For into my life has entered an enchanting and beautiful dream.
                       A soft touch of hope and a warm embrace of comfort.
                       A revisiting to the lost and forgotten hopes that were once dared to be
                       dreamed but hidden in the corridors of my mind.
My mouth cannot speak the words but my hands draw close her softness.
                       Her warmth envelopes the air that surrounds me.
                       She draws me in like a mesmerising, shimmering glow that entices
                       and lures towards the unknown.
Her softness reaches out into my soul and warms the corners of sorrow and fear.
                       Drawing into the light the past forgotten hopes that might once gain be.
                       It is not her words nor her actions that capture my attentive thoughts,
                       but her gentle way, the kind yielding touch that speaks
                       but an endlessness of magnitude.