The Dream

It was all so hazy
i don't know where it began
i was standing there in disbelief
holding her hand

standing by the stairwell
with her face close to mine
i whispered softly
would you be my valentine?

though i touched her cheek
her face was still unknown
i knew not her features
only her voice, and her tone

i traced the contours of her face
which was in full view
yet how much i tried
of it nothing more i knew.

she agreed joyfully
and i tried recognising her speech
it seemed so familiar
yet just out of reach

i drew my face close to hers
in a moment of rare, unspeakable joy
it was then i awoke
a confused, strangely disappointed boy.