If I am the night
    You are a beautiful dream that leaves me wanting for more
    If I am the plain old blue sky
    You were the orange, cotton soft cirrus of my sunset.
    If I was a lyric
    You were the music that caresses every line
    If I am a face
    You are the pretty smile that lights up my countenance.

    But I am not the night
    Yet you are still that beautiful dream
    I am not the sky
    Yet I knew that you would bring color to my life
    I am not a lyric
    Yet I can almost hear the music of your laughter
    I don't have that much of a face
    Yet remembering you brings a smile to my lips.

    Yet again
    You are but only a dream.