(The 5-7-5 rule is killing me)
She was wearing blue.
Her hair was short and colored.
She's not familiar.
Her eyes were like mine.
I'm glad I'm taller than her.
Still not familiar.
Her smile pegged the dream,
As something I'd remember.
It was that pretty.
That's all I recall.
That's all that stuck in my mind.
She must be out there.
Don't know why she came.
This had some sort of purpose.
Only God can tell.