I have not seen your face, and yet
I know that it is kind.
I have not heard your voice except,
The voice within my mind.
I have not held your hand in mine,
And yet your touch I feel,
You've never spoken to me yet,
And yet your voice is real.
I've never walked beside you,
Never heard you laugh or cry,
Never spoke your sweet name yet,
Nor, heard your softest sigh.
And so I must admit to you,
Though very real you seem.
You're really just within my mind,
For you are but a dream.
Danny Palm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-a-dream/
