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 my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
– W.B. Yeats
Indecisive Peach 
I like that because it is very romantic.
I read this at the same time I listen to “Piazza, New York Catcher” by Belle and Sebastian, and somehow I read it in the same fashion as the singing in that song, making Yeat’s poem like the lost final verse of the song. Weird, yo.