He Wishes for the cloths of Heaven
by William Butler Yeats.
Had i the heavens' embroidered cloths'
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But i, being poor, have only dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because your treading on my dreams.
My dreams are not grandiose and it's all about family.
I wish and fervently hope and pray for a happy and successful family life united always in love. But i am only half of a whole and i am telling you my dreams and laying it at your feet...so tread softly because your treading on my dreams