A day in my dreams. Forever in my night terrors.

A sonnet.

I dropped a shiny penny in a well,
It sparkled as it sank, I saw it gleam,
A penny made for wishing, I could tell,
I don’t believe in wishing, but I dream.

I closed my eyes, and then I prayed for you
I mean, for someone nice, whom I might meet
A whispered little prayer that might come true,
I didn’t yell it out, I was discreet.

I walked away, and that’s the day we met,
That penny must have been gold
A happy day I never will forget,
But there’s a thing to you I’ve never told.

A secret that I’ve never told to any:
You’re priceless, but you only cost a penny.