I love my old Victorian house

with it's antiques and the ambience within.

It's authentic from the wallpaper to the carpets,

I know this era once I lived in.

My feelings are too strong to ignore,

I'm serene only in the confines of my home.

A relaxed state of mind I experience

in my house when I'm left all alone.

I've had dreams where I have visioned

a similar house furnished as mine.

It had a brass bed and an old china cabinet,

the china inside was sublime.

I've seen a woman I believe to be

myself, in a long white dress.

She had chestnut hair worn up on her head,

she was a gracious, genuine lady no less.

In my dreams she seems so real,

I'd love to know if she did exist.

If I don't find out I'll continue to be haunted

by these dreams that seem to persist.

I want to know her name, more about her home,

she must have loved it as I do mine.

I have to know if that woman was myself...

myself, in a gentler frame of time.

I'd give anything for a way to travel back

to that time, that Victorian age.

That age my heart and soul belong,