I dreamt of her sweet lips against my own, of what I imagined her sweet soul must taste like.
I dreamt of her eyes though I couldn't see them, of how I knew they would be beautiful.
I dreamt of her love, of how exotic and enticing it would be.
I dreamt of her hair, of how the strands would glide between my fingers, so soft...
I dreamt of her silk like skin, marred with imperfections but still beautiful.
I dreamt of her, of a beautiful soul with a beautiful face- a face that I couldn't see.
I dreamt and I wished and I dreamt again of finding her... Her... Whoever she was.
I dreamt of finding someone that may not exist... It was destined to fail but...
I dreamt of the hope...
I dreamt of her.
