I wander through the stream so sweet

I wander through the stream so sweet
The air devoid of grief
I wander through the essence of the dream.

The smell is sweet, it streams toward the coil
Of the tumultuous, the luminous and fair.
The smell is sweet, it streams toward the foil
Of a life made whole by your presence there.

Your eyes are like the essence of a dream.
Their luminescence seen once I awake.
The glint in your eyes tells me how you seem
To be committed to our love for our heart’s sake.

Behold the wonder in the stream, desired.
Of affection, of devotion, never tire.
Stand with me above the grove that rolls the mire.
With one beside the other we’ll awake.