Even theives believe that if you find love you've got to set it free

Once upon a time, I wandered into a dream and thought that I found you sitting by a stream. The air was fresh, and green, and skewered with the dancing sunlight that had managed to break through the tree tops. I sat, content, by your side and for the first time in a thousand years, I found love. Love of the cool ground I sat on, love of the stream that flowed happily by, love of your company, but, most of all, love that such sweet dreams could still be mine after all I've done.