In the Realm of Dream (a limerick for no one special)

In the heat of nights, often I sing
Neither about a queen, nor a king
But about my Sweetheart afar
Whom I lost in chaos of war
And became the passion of my being

A limerick for an inhabitant of fairy land

She is a woman of stature and grace
Hidden in aroma of mystery, is her face
Disappeared in realm of magic and time
Over thirty three years ago like a chime
Now she is found in real time and space