Fingers tangled in my hair,in the curls, a marvel,the wind blew sweet and steady,was it the wind, or was it you?

Am I awake, or in a dream,why did my voice just fade away?Why, it is you, dressed as a groom,lightly touching my hair.

I reach to touch your white hand,that lights the stars all around,weaving them into a crown upon my hair,ah, it was a dream, you are far.

You are far, yet you come to me,such magic, full of grace and charm,and in dreams you find me,you creature of love.