In my dreams, I see a face,
Or rather, a lack of one.
A figure in my thoughts,
A presence that feels like home.
I feel a sense of warmth and joy,
Of closeness and of love,
Though her face is a mystery,
A secret I cannot prove.
But in my heart, there's a knowing,
A feeling that cannot be denied,
That this faceless girl in my dreams,
She may be someone I knew,
A face once dear and familiar,
And though I cannot recall,
Her name or where we met,
My heart knows what it feels,
A love that cannot be erased,
A connection strong and sweet,
Though the face is still a mask.
I dream of her each night,
And wake with a deep, sweet sorrow,
Wishing that someday I'll find,
The girl of my dreaming tommorow.