She's everywhere and nowhere...

Without warnng she appears in my mind's eye.
She resides there, perfect, in my subconscious.
That feathery brown hair, those preposperous blue eyes,
The small constellation of freckles,
That spread across her perfectly oval face.
The coup de gras of course was her smile, ah yes that smile.
She graced me with it numerous times but I was never worthy of it.

Whenever I think of her, it's often with hope in my heart.
Hope that I'll see her again one day.
Hope that she thinks of me as I think of her.
My time with her was all too brief and yet I am richer for it.
Is it greed that governs my heart?
To want something that was not meant to be?