Her eyes like stars staring through my soul, Her lips painted purple, moves with angelic grace. Her fingers gifts created by the gods, A figure from my dreams. Her voice though unheard by me, I know it's the definition of beauty What is her name? Will I ever know Will I be courageous enough, To ask. Or will I live with this regret for the rest of my life Will her fragile and delicate frame Hunt my dream I do not know, I really do want to talk But I can't. Cause she'll be the one that got away Even before she came, Close to me.