I don't know you yet

Written by: Ruth Miranda

Sometimes I look for you at night,
And every now and again I wonder what you look like
or what are you doing while I write. 

Once in a while, I take long walks 
And I think of you.

Sometimes I wish I knew your name 
Or the city in which you live
Occasionally, while I look through the window,
I picture you in my mind.

Once in a while, when the rain wets my thoughts, 
I dream of you.