For my Nonexistent Love

An... I don't even know

I'm not one for writing
But they say love makes any man a poet
I've been left sighing
Left with nothing but regret

I've always been one for fantasy
But I'm sure if I was dreaming
It felt like one, but I could see
She was real and breathing

But she was my dream
In sense
My laughter and scream
Does that make sense

I met her on midsummer day
A day where nothing could be real
But when I saw her I didn't know what to say
But I was sure of how I felt and still feel

I approached her coy and shy
I was so entranced by her charm
She had the softest eyes
And her hair was so long and warm

And I didn't know I was staring
Till she saw me and looked away
Embarrassed I walked off swearing
But I could swear she was smiling at me

So I returned much later
And I steeled myself to speak
But the minute that I saw her
My legs started to feel weak

She looked at me,  expectantly
But tongue tied,  I had no words
But then suddenly she walked to me
And filled my ears with laughter

She told me to just give her a call
And two things followed after
I realized she was beautiful
And I realized I loved her