Poem With No Name

My mind drifts off from time to time
to this poem with no name,
and from time to time
I ask myself,
does this poem feel the same.
Does she close her eyes and
dream of me the way I dream of her,
would she do all the things I'd do for her
when the tables turn.

But now this poem this sweet poem
seems so far away.
This poem the sweetest poem
who stole my heart in just a day
seems too far to touch, too far for me to grasp,
so day and night God I ask
that once again we will cross paths.
But if we never meet again
I'll have myself to blame
for passing up this love of mine
this poem with no name.