You win again

What a dream I had
            
Pressed in organdy;  
 
                   
  Clothed in crinoline    of smoky Burgundy;  
 
    
Softer than the rain.  
 
                
  I wandered empty streets down  
 
                         
   passed the shop displays.  
                        
  I heard cathedral bells  
 
                             
   Tripping down the alley ways,  
 
          
   As I walked on.  
 
 
                  
  And when you ran to me  
 
                           
Your cheeks flushed with the night.  
 
                        
  We walked on frosted fields    of juniper and lamplight,  
 
           
   I held your hand.  
 
              
  And when I awoke   
 
                          
   and felt you warm and near,  
 
                      
  I kissed your honey hair  
 
                    
   with my grateful tears.  
 
            
   Oh I love you, girl.  
 
            
   Oh, I    love      you.