Lucky chance
Others danced
We were off
No turning back
Years went by
Learned to fly
Horses drawn
Beaches hot
Sheets blazing
Eyes gazing
That’s what dreams are made of
Every day dawning new
Same old thing for us to do
Something new
Quick how do you do
Blushing face
Words erased
Stolen glances
Sexy dances
Minds on go
Can’t go slow
Aspen winters
Spanish summers
That’s what dreams are made of
Words found out
Efforts spent
Husband’s angry
Wife’s crying
Hearts are broken
Minds are numb
All alone
And regret is sown
Whatever mattered
Is now shattered
That’s what dreams are made of