Whilst some may search forever and a day
In finding one compared to fragrant rose
“Across a crowded room” twud seem cliché
When set against romantic poets prose
Yet there you where (as oft’ I’m wont to quote)
At peace with self amongst respectful throng
Twas then didst pledge my heart (my life devote)
To one who’s timeless grace couldst ‘else belong
Where bard once said “to sleep, perchance to dream”
Soliloquy which differs from mine own
“For there in sleep; what dreams” (to set the scene)
Are filled by thee (still more, by thee alone)
Twud seem thru fond recall, I’m yet besot
In truth I may deny; more likely not