As I Drift

As I drift asleep, A cool breeze whispers through the trees, I wonder to myself I must have brought your true love with me! Oh, how I wish I could whisper nearest to those sweet lips, how I miss thee divine scent; As I grow enraptured by the wild flowers, I could only think of you my Sweet Wild-Prairie-Flower plucked fatefully by this ever-trying Gent Those depth of eyes that seek my soul seeking to be once again united that indescribable comfort and warmness you have provided beyond this simple ring of fire and coal As my eyes grow weary, my heart seems to see more clearly This distance from your touch seems far too much for this simple man to bare Separated by vast mountains and streams But tonight, will be a night, I will never forget My Sweet-Prairie-Flower You will be the woman of my Dreams