A beautiful poem!

From Battery Park to Breton shores, always playful, always gentle, sometime lover, sometime savior, partly laughter, mostly woman, Emma deals in dreams; makes you forget how old you are and who or why or where, coz? Emma deals in dreams; soft beyond belief, skin to crawl up under, knows exactly what to do where to touch and how, coz? Emma deals in dreams. She caresses you and kisses like no other ever did or could, coz? Emma deals in dreams. And for a time, time falls away, she makes you think you are the only one and only man she ever knew or cared to, coz? Emma deals in dreams. And then too soon, your time is done, you smile and shed a single tear, you have to leave? coz? Emma deals in dreams. Home again, alone again, you pinch yourself and wonder if she was real at all, coz? Emma deals in dreams. And in some lonely moment, in the embers of your mind, the spark of the sweetest memory any man could know, bursts into a flame so bright you almost have to look away, coz? Emma?s in your dreams. And in that sometime moment, a solitary thought , soft as one of her caresses, brushes up against your mind; and with that thought, you absolutely know, that no matter who (or what) you thought you were, your life will never be the same, since Emma joined your dreams.