Dreams, a sonnet

Most of my dreams are just an illusion
And after joy they give me pain
'cause once awake there is this conclusion:
Al my efforts were in vain

As lucid as a shining star
And beautiful as the nicest flower
I will remember so you are
That gives me strength, that gives me power

But all the things I have to do
Are useless as it seems to be
Because you've totally turned my head

So my heart belongs to you
And you will be adored by me
From the moment we first met.