She comes to me late at night,
After I've laid down and turned off my lights,
In my dreams I see her face so clear,
And have held her close and whispered in her ear.
Her hair glistens in the sun so soft and fine,
I run my hands gently through it all of the time,
I trace my fingertips over her face,
I can close my eyes and picture her anyplace.
Her eyes gentle and knowing probe deep into my soul,
All my thoughts are laid bare for her to know,
Holding her close, feeling her heartbeat next to mine,
I wish for the day when she will really be mine.