A Girl In My Dreams Poem by Christopher Teale

I dream of you as the nights go on
I dream of you when I feel alone
I dream of your warmth when I feel cold
Yet that you're not real I am told
Yet as much as I dream you, you're not here
Yet as much as I dream you, I cannot love you dear
I've seen you as I slumber deep
I love you when I meet you in this land of sleep
You love me back sweet and tender
Your gentle smile and innocence I remember
You caress my cheek with childish love
Pure and free, my dear white dove
You hair like night pours down your back
Your eyes like stars against its black
Your lovely face a poets dream
Your kind heart, my dream
I wait every day to see at last
Yet you don't come or ever will.