Ethereal and insubstantial.
I'd reach out and take a hold of her,
Pull her to me and keep her there,
Safe;
Act quickly, before she disappears.
But I'm afraid
That my fingers may meet only with mist.
I've heard people described
As having elfin features,
But I've never before met anyone
Who actually had them.
Delicate, egg-shaped face,
Big, round, shiny eyes,
And her ears, slightly pointed, I swear.
An imp, to all appearances.
And I don't see her any more,
So I make her up:
'What do you think of this, my darling.'
And she says something
So bitingly witty
And brilliantly perceptive
That I almost believe she's here.
Almost.
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I just wrote this in like, five minutes, but I felt like posting. Advice would be appreciated! Thanks for reading. 
