By Trycia TRY1TWO@aol.com Date: 15 May 1997
Sweet Dreams, sweet nights the first time I dream this night. Mellow words sweetly said as you bowed your head. If only in my stead, a solemn smile on your face read. I fight not for your love, but your soul instead. What sweet tunes played on the lute inside my head. That it brings out the dreadful end. That your passions have moved on yet again.