A Shot In The Dark Poem by Harley My Last Name

I reach out with my hands trembling.
My heart is racing.
Your face is a vague familiarity.
Maybe you're someone I've seen before or have even dream't of.
With that, I'm not so sure.
As you reach your hand out to mine, you gasp.
I jerk my hand back and say 'what'.
And, with your reply, I cry.
The words you speak are 'you're the girl from my dreams'.
I try to speak, but words wont form.
With your hand you take my hand and gently kiss my finger tips.
Even under the moon-lit sky, you're beautiful.
Reaching my arms out and pulling you close is exactly how I had imagined it would be.
At the end of this story, you will always be the girl of my dreams.