She first came to me in my mid teens.
I was shunned by my classmates
And dreaming was my only escape.
She first appeared to me as a stranger
Her hair was the color of the rainbow
And her touch was gentle and tender.

Why must there be two worlds:
The reality in which I live in
And the dream world of hers.
Who is my mysterious dream lover?
If only she could become real
Of if I could be a dream forever.