Living in a Love Song

In a dream he asked me where we'd met
And I looked at him with a smile
I told him moments were too many
And he frowned and sat down for a while

He told me a love needs a poem
Or a book, a sonnet, a story
A tale for all to listen and laugh
And smile with warmth and glory

So he looked at me with no malice
From the dream, he said it was wrong
So I told him something unique:
I told him we met in a song