Mellifluous

I'm often plagued with gabled dreams,
An unsettled wedding set.
Where life is popped, by the seams,
And perfection easy to get.

I stand among a lovely crowd,
Three piece suits and all.
A lovely tux to make you proud,
A lady to make you fall.

In a gown of simple white,
A fitting embroidered hem.
A woman, meant to burn your sight,
And kill the rest of them.

Before me stands, a gleaming star,
Face not marred by time.
To touch her, seems to go to far,
To gaze, 'twould be crime.

The perfect sight, of unmatched love,
A genuine love at that.
With fighting figure to match a dove,
And curves to match a hat.

The setting sun, portrays her youth,
A million sunsets combine.
To Stand so near, beauty's truth
Amazing to be all mine.

A lifted veil, to show her features,
Dark blue eyes, that match a sea.
The combined beauty of all the creatures,
Never meant to be.

It hurries by and once, just once,
She looks up in my eyes,
My stature breaks, a soundless crunch,
There are no hidden lies.

She looks away, to the preacher,
Who's solum words carry out.
"Kiss the bride, go on, reach her."
And there's the loving gout.

A rain of a kiss, upon my lips,
Gaped surprise to follow
A cup of tea, countless sips,
My legs are turned to hollow.

The world fades, and goes to blurry,
There's nothing in there now,
I need to get back! Hurry! HURRY!
But nothing more, but how.

I wake up from, my pointed dream,
A hot sweat marr's my face.
A remembered look at the beauty's gleam,
And one more settled case.

I look up toward the small alarm,
Five minutes have i slept.
But dreaming never does the harm,
For her, is why i wept.