Desire

So you say you remember the day I was in my shirt and jeans,
but right now I'll tell you about my sweet dream.
In my dream there was such an angel of a lady named Desire,
her eyes lit up like a sweet late nite fire.
We touched and kissed and both kiss and touch made a brite glow,
and that such a glow made me think so very so...
That if that lady who everyone knows to call Desire,
with the eyes that lite up like a late nite fire
To see whatsoever that a love could be so true,
that that very nite my love only said three words out the blue,
Those three words were 'I love you',
and at that moment I thought they were true.
But the ever so loud noise of thunder awoke my dream,
I wish it was really Desire who saw me in my shirt and jeans.