The Face I Saw Again

I close my eyes and drift to sleep.
And once more, she stands before me.
Each of our encounters is a treasured memory to keep.
Yet I’ve never actually seen her before.

Her glowing eyes, her gentle expression,
A fair and radiant maiden is she.
Her smile is truly her most valued possession.
Yet I don’t know if she even has a name.

We hold each other in a gentle embrace,
Breathing softly against one another.
I pause for a bit, my lips touching her face.
Yet I’m certain we’ve never met in real life.

Our time spent together is fleeting,
But her presence fills my heart like no other.
When next I sleep, I anxiously await our meeting.
Yet I know she is but a figment of my loveless soul.

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