Viewed from afar, in the mists of time, in my memory,
you are probably an elegance best viewed from far off,
and sometimes a vision I wish not to see,
but you tug at my heartstrings,
and I have the urge once more to make us a reality,
and although I have admired your beauty before,
in my dreams, I have seen it as many times as I wish,
but the vision of you, with your gorgeous black hair,
it keeps tempting me, pulling me back into a happier reality,
and in the dream, you ask to be loved,
and I loved you once, but I left you by the sea,
and I left with tears in my eyes,
because you did not truly understand me,
and I, in my dreams have reoccurring visions of you,
and they will not let me be,
oh, those eyes glistening in the sunlight,
and in the candlelight at night, happy old memories,
and the desire for you, the desire for you it builds again,
and although I fight it, how I wish I was in your arms again,
and how I wish I could be filled by your charms again,
and how I wish I could feel your kisses upon my lips again,
but it is just a dream, just a dream, just a dream,
and I do not know where you are, except in my memory,
but I am beginning to pine for you,
and I really should not have left you,
I really should not have left you by the sea,
and I really should have tried harder with us,
but the only one I have to blame for missing you, is me.