About a lady on my mind

I know of a woman who lives on the floor above mine . I've never seen her but during the day or the night I hear her gentle footsteps and it's like I know her soul. Sometimes I would hear her little one running to and fro. Such are the sound that gives me comfort and company and the silent beauty that gives me joy. Someday I would like to meet her but I'm afraid it will spoil the beauty of it all.