Dreams are hopes that like star flowers, unfold into their blooming powers,
In the emerald glow of love’s impassioned heart,
Growing wings to fly above the clouds, into the dazzling pools of ardor,
Where conscious light shines truth upon creation’s art,
Our love will always find a way, and do its part;
You’re so much more than skin deep girl, you’re an ever-present angel,
With a splendor of ten thousand goddess queens,
Shining out from your exotic soul, underneath the curves and contours,
You’re so beautiful, what’s on the inside, and what it means,
Our love will always find a way, behind the scenes;
So don’t worry ‘bout those other girls, ‘cause your regal spirit glimmers,
When they see you in a crown they’ll understand,
As they bow in deep devotion, falling on their knees before you,
Begging earnestly for the shadow of your hand,
Our love will always find a way, and countermand;
And we’re not in Kansas anymore, but in your arms we’re in the country,
Milford, Riley, Junction City; roads we’re on;
Raising hell and drinking heaven, from a pint of hallelujah,
You are the model from which miracles are drawn;
Our love will always find a way, salute the dawn;
Dreams are hopes that like star flowers, unfold into their blooming powers,
In the emerald glow of love’s impassioned heart,
Growing wings to fly above the clouds, into the dazzling pools of ardor,
Where conscious light shines truth upon creation’s art,
Our love will always find a way, and do its part,
Our love will always find a way, and do its part.
*For My Sweet Kansas Girl …
