If you have some place Some place you could well spare Make a niche for me in your heart To warm me within your space I will never, never depart.
I will be more than a name and face If you could grant me this grace I would be more than a queen To live in this honored place I would be part of your present Not a part of your past If only time would linger on And make this dream last and last.
A silly poem it seems But then, so are many dreams.