I reach out with my hands trembling.
My heart is racing.
Your face is a vague familiarity.
Maybe you're someone I've seen before or have even dream't of.
With that, I'm not so sure.
As you reach your hand out to mine, you gasp.
I jerk my hand back and say 'what'.
And, with your reply, I cry.
The words you speak are 'you're the girl from my dreams'.
I try to speak, but words wont form.
With your hand you take my hand and gently kiss my finger tips.
Even under the moon-lit sky, you're beautiful.
Reaching my arms out and pulling you close is exactly how I had imagined it would be.
At the end of this story, you will always be the girl of my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem