When roused from dreams but unaware,
where he beheld a maiden fair.
Of deep blue eyes and auburn hair,
he sought her hand but no one there.
As if it was some lost affair;
the loneliness, he could not bear.
He’d dream again, his love declare,
from nightmares woke into despair.
His state of mind beyond repair;
he pined for her, “My darling dear”.
Pray, how could she just disappear,
when she, in truth, was never there.