I wonder why I see your name,
For there has not been a thought,
Of you in quite sometime,
Though we see each other,
From time to time,
And place to place,
It always seems to be,
Under a joyfully cruel,
Circumstance,
‘Tis sorrow that fills me,
When I see you,
And know not what to say,
I see you and,
Cannot look away,
I know that I am corny as hell in writing this,
But your name appears in my dreams,
When I have other things on my mind,
It may be wrong on me,
And you may ignore me,
And you most likely,
Will not answer,
But with a sliver of a chance,
That you hear,
I hope that you understand,
I don’t know why my dreams,
Seek you.