Love of Dreams

In cafe, on the table ready for dine With glasses filled already with wine I sat on chair and Hilda opposite mine From window beside her, moon shed some shine The day stood long to finish pending work in line To Billy's greet, i replied i am fine On table some sat some gone I was feeling all alone In middle of chaos, clock roared hour of Ten It sounded like strike of Big Ben Hilda moved to door on right I too moved to catch the plight She was searching for company to home I knew in past few lanes was her abode I asked to walk to her door together She didn't seemed like little to bothered Yes she said a minute later I thought of handing her my love letter Away from faces that were known I took a path for her unknown First she swayed a little here and there So to comfort her i appreciated her beauty, glamour She was not worried of company of mine It was the cold breeze that flew half past nine Soon she gathered her self in a jacket of wool To keep her away from air so cool On corner of street unknown, i asked her to stop It was the letter that was on my palm atop With all the courage, at such moment fine In distant balcony, played wind chime I asked her love with decorated a line And to be with her, to make her mine After a long silence that took me by throat I heard few words she uttered away from abhor There lay three magical words on her lips They were like words magician whisper Uncountable i found stars on that night All cheering us, in their sight On the day next on coffee we met I was carrying for her lily bouquet Flooded was her cheeks when she saw lily's Those were her favorite once said me Billy With every sip of coffee, she little uncovered her life I found i was there in every time of slice Time flew as we grew Older She enjoyed her nap on my shoulder This little relationship grew stronger I wished i never had push the glass by brim It shattered on floor and i woke up from dream Never i wanted that dream to break I wished she cooked me a birthday cake Hard to find she was mine in thoughts I found a letter which postman brought Rambled words at start like jittery, It was day stars small and glittery "Thank you got your jacket, Holding your letter in its pocket At the bottom was scribbled a word so sinister Which used by every minister She asked to meet at cafe we used to dine, For coffee, if its fine I bought bouquet of lily, As it was ling suggested by Billy Now dream rolled over to real life And a month later she became my wife