I dream of yarns as smooth as silk
That through my fingers they would slip
I’ll make a dress as awe-inspiring
That everyone would be wearing
I dream of hearing my name as well
That it would mean wearable crochet
And they would ask, is it lorelie
The one who made your outfit today?
I dream of fibers i could spin
To threads of finest plying
And paint them by my hands and then
Label them with – by imeng
I dream of becoming world famous
Crocheting the most marvelous
A library that offers one of my books
With patterns created from my own hooks