For days I wondered was she real?
Or was she just a fantasy
A woman who thought as I,
made me laugh so hard I'd cry
She joked with me as though she had known the inner workings of my soul
Each night I'd write before I'd sleep to make her smile after each sleep
I sat and looked across a table as she smiled and joked with me,
the person I had written to was real, now there she was in front of me
We walked and talked drank and ate, then like cinders it was late, she had to make an exit to the train for she had used up all her time
Now this is where the day it ended, oh how I wish that time was bended, for I kissed her sweet inviting  lips and held her in my finger tips
I'm not 16 or 21 but now for us the day is done. I know ill sleep at home tonight for she is my thoughts delight.
I wake tomorrow she's not here, for she is a muse that isn't real!