She walks the halls of my mind as I dream
Yet she is not by me when I awake
She grows with me so it would seem
Yet she is the reason my heart has to quake
The hands of this phantom hold mine in my dream
Yet their touch stales in the morn
When I am asleep we are quite a team
Yet when I awake we are torn
I like to think of this woman of dream
Yet who will she be at the end
Though I may try though I may scheme
What if she’s just a friend?
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