Dreams In Reminiscence...

I yearn to see you soar,
I want to be your rock,
I wish to hold the door,
Yet, your way I do block;
I strongly egg you on,
Then I whine, I thwart,
Your living the dawn,
Of the call of your heart.
I ought not think more,
Only heed to good sense;
Place your joys before,
Dreams in my reminiscence...

I didn't think it through,
Dreams came in a slew,
I'd never asked 'd you,
You'd never said I do;
Can't pledge you a thing,
Maybe, passing mirth,
Can't even buy the ring,
Approaching your worth;
Need I, need I think more,
Than heed my good sense?
Must put your joys before,
Dreams in my reminiscence...