I lie in peaceful slumber,
Dreaming sweet dreams of a lovely angel watching me.
Her blood red curls tumble gently on her shoulders,
Her green eyes are filled with love.
A lock of hair falls over my eyes,
Obstructing the view of my angel.
Her fair hand brushes it away.
I can feel her soft hand on my face.
Maybe she isn't a figment of my imagination.
I begin to stir from my sleep.
I open my eyes to see red hair whipping out the door.
She's real.
My angel is real.
I get up to run after her,
But she's gone.
I touch my head where her smooth skin brushed.
It tingles pleasantly.
I think of another redhead,
The one I love so dear.
Could it be her?
Nay, she hates,
Or maybe not.
Could she be afraid of what I'd say?
She shouldn't be.
I love her,
And each night I pray,
That she'll love me too.