I see her face every night when I first go to sleep.
She’s there in my dreams and there in my arms.
I’m holding her close, but in the morning I wake up alone.
It’s all I can do to get up and go start the day.
Then I go to work and I find her still there on my mind.
I’m so glad when I finally come to the end of the day.
Then I start to leave, and I see her face there in the crowd,
And I find I’m overcome with delight when she looks my way.
When she smiled at me,
I was overcome by the look in her eyes.
When she smiled at me
I could feel my heart beating in my chest like a dream,
And I knew I’d never be quite the same
When she smiled at me.
I don’t know her name, but even so I think of her every day,
And at times I feel it’s all I can do to keep from going insane.
She’s there on my mind every morning, afternoon, and night,
And I keep hoping that someday I just might hold her by my side.
My fate’s in her hands, but she doesn’t even know who I am.
I wonder if she did, would it matter to her anyway?
I know what to do, I’ve just got to go and walk up to her
And tell her what I’m feeling inside when she’s not around.
Oct. 13, 1993
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