Enchanted Dreamscape

Walking hand in hand, we commiserate,
telling tales of days long past.
She is fire in my veins, molten, flowing,
How she chose me can't be said so fast.
Her touch reminds me of soft down,
light as feathers, smooth as a babys' skin.
She whispers in my ear "I love you" so faint,
I blush from the thought "say it again".
She is enchanting to behold, awesome in aura,
the brightest of white is the light that surrounds.
The color of sunset is in her roots,
mixed with golden locks, her beauty abounds.
Short in stature, tall in spirit is she,
like minded in music as well as the arts.
We hold on to each other closely from afar,
as days go by, she is winning my heart.
Is this a dream, could it be real,
passion resides in the hands by our sides.
I wake from my dream only to feel,
our lives, our hearts, our dreams will collide.