Though Life is but a dream
For Only there does
My Beauty, My Love
Fill this lonesome heartache.

Though I were a butterfly
Would I not dream of her
As a beautiful flower from which
Of her nectar I could partake.

Though I were a rock
Would I not dream of her
As a river flowing around me so
Of her skin I could carress.

Though I were a man
Would I not dream of her
As a pillow from which
I take my evening's rest.

So no matter my form
Butterfly, Rock, or Man
Would I not dream of My Love
The one who completes my soul.