My love she came to me at night
to ease my weary soul.
Appearing in resplendent might
within my gloomy hole.
As a teacher, she is dressed,
skirt and blouse so finely pressed,
hair coiffed up tall in a bun,
and talks to me of joy and fun.
I can not recall the words
'cept save a very few.
Everything save her was blurred
yet love shone fiercely through.
My lover comers to me with light,
dispelling shadow's sheen.
Faith and hope and love so bright,
it's like I've never seen.
