it was a dream but sounded real

my god I heard you, once again thanks you
thanks you.. thanks you.. thanks you!

it was a dream, but sounded real
I saw you dialing fast, in vain.

contacts though failed, your zeal was real
then suddenly, when dialed again.

it rang for me, and continued
but, I was looking at you.. 

your face.. your eyes! and 

all was quietly viewed for long,

discovering rays of grace.

it rang! and rang and rang,

again thanks you! 

I thought, it was some one, not you.

I wanted, not to miss that view
then came, a hint from your sweet eyes.

in moments, disappeared all whys
I lifted! oh, that was your voice.

that view went-off, I heard the choice
you now wanted me, talk to you.

thanks you.. thanks you.. thanks you! 
your face appeared on phone with voice

I know, thou art always so nice
my senses know you, voice-and-face

your touch and scent your charming grace
but, I know-not the taste, as yet

comes in between, a flimsy net
and then I heard you, once again.

then door-bell rang poured-out the gain
my God.. I heard you once again thanks you,
thanks you.. thanks you.. thanks you!