The girl of my dreams
Is you, it seems,
You are perfect in every way.
From your amber hair
To your skin, so fair,
I think of you every day.
When I fall asleep
It's a magical feat
For I'm always thinking things through,
When I am asleep
I don't hear a peep
For fear if I wake
I'll wake with clean slate
And won't recall dreaming of you.
-HTC
Once again, this poem is not about anyone in particular...sort of. It's called the girl of my dreams because that's who it's about, a girl who was in a dream that I had. I still remember it very clearly and only one other person knows the details about this dream.