Classic Poem

VERSE

The world is lyrical
Because a miracle
Has brought my lover to me!
Though he's some other place,
His face I see.
At night I creep in bed
And never sleep in bed,
But look above in the air.
And to my greatest joy,
My boy is there!
It is my prince who walks
Into my dreams and talks.

REFRAIN

He dances overhead
On the ceiling, near my bed;
In my sight
Through the night.
I try to hide in vain
Underneath my counterpane;
There's my love
Up above.
I whisper, " Go away, my lover,
It's not fair. "
But I'm so grateful to discover
He's still there.
I love my ceiling more
Since it is the dancing floor
Just for
My love.