Every night I have this dream me and you walking down the stream 

hand in hand down the narrow path your words resonates in my heart 

we talk about here and now ,past ,present and future somehow 

suddenly you stare at me asking why me

 neither I am rich neither I am poor but somewhere in between dear

neither my looks are worth a dime

 so why do you give me so much time ?

Hearing your words my lips curve in a smile

Because I know you think I deserve better by a mile

Locking my graze at you

I pour my heart out for you

Hoping to make it clear 

that for me you are more than better dear

But Alas ! it happens every night dear

 I wake up before I can make you hear