I stepped into a world of dreams
and saw such wonders there
I choose who I would want to be
created from thin air

Then sword in hand I stumbled forth
bewildered but entranced
I bumped into to a human Woolph
we kissed, we killed, we danced...

He held my hand, he touched my heart
his laughter pulled me in
His words spun music 'round my mind
and held me to his spin...

So many days he healed my pain
so many nights I cried
At any sign of trouble
he was always by my side

So often romance beckoned me
so many times I soared
Until I'd hear a mocking voice:
"You cannot fly!" it roared

And each time I'd come crashing down
hed gently hold my hand
He'd listen to my tales of woe
and always understand

"To die, to sleep, perchance to dream"
for death or slumber serves
For open eyes, a beating heart
dreams can be life's reverse...

Though this world be a wondrous dream
In love and friendship, nae
I love my deartest human Woolph
much more than words can say.