Was I, dreaming?
On that first beautiful
Lovely day of spring
When we met, like lovers
On the silver screen.

Was I, dreaming?
When I, first held your hand
So obviously, as lover's do
When everything is green.

Was I, dreaming?
when I held a Rose
Against, the loveliness
Of your face.

To compare your beauty
The Rose, lost with dignity
Tell me, was I out of place?

To dare compare
God's greatest creation
To the loveliness,
of your face.

By William Bonilla
12/01/03