You still come to me in my dreams ; Untitled ...
there's no name; there isn't a face that I can grasp on...
you have these light colored eyes;
dark brown -blonde hair;
Untitled...
I'm entitled to think of all the happy memories; to cherish every moment.
Why don't you have a name;
you don't have a face;
you're a multitude of different shades in these dreams ;
having the one thing that stands out- is what you were to me; a vague memory; a soft kiss on my forehead;
a soft-touch caressing my back.
My secret - my dream come true;
I have no regrets!
I never even met you.
I'll dream again.
I do think of you foundly ;
A famous poet once said
"what's in a name"
I don't know;
so you'll continue to be
Untitled.