The Love Of A Dead Man

I'm in love
with a man
who's been dead
for over two hundered years.

He comes to me in my sleep
whispers sweet nothing to me
holds me close in phantom dreams
kisses my dreaming eyes

I see his soft blonde hair
and realize I will never
get to brush my fingers
threw his mane

I wish I could see
outside my dreams
I wish I could taste you
I wish you were still alive

If God would have put me
in the same time with you
would you love me
as I love you?

You are a dream
I can not have beside me
but I'll dream of you
and hope that you will come real