My Schemer

Oh, my beautiful dreamer,
Your schemes, they thrill me deep,
Though I have no idea If I’m awake, or sleep.
Your pancake tricks do flip my mind;
I laugh till I am re-aligned,
And what’s to be or see I cannot guess!
Your finger twists me round about,
Am I now in, or inside-out?
Yet I am glad for craziness,
And smile for your dream’s happiness!

Oh, my beautiful dreamer;
Oh, my beautiful dove;
Oh, my beautiful schemer,
My blue-bird you, my love!

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