I imagined her in my dreams, closer than ever,
She might not exist yet, but she was my lover.
A face made of memories, a voice so deep,
A love that was perfect, in the realms of my sleep.
Between day and night, I search and yearn,
For a heart that is real, just waiting to return.
Walking through silence, in shadows so cold,
My hope holds a fire no time can withhold.
Hope that one day she will become real and true,
A love once fictional, now coming into view.
Until then, I'll live in this bittersweet dream,
Filling the gaps with hope's gentle gleam.