This Man

I close my eyes and there he stands.
A man without a face.
I reach for him
It seems like the more I reach
The further away he becomes
This dream all mine haunts me at daylight
It's as if he wants me to feel this pain.

Once I remember running to him
He didn't welcome me with open arms
Instead he remained as distant as before
I grew tired of running so I stopped
And there he was, still far away

Sometimes I think I hear him
laughing in the distance
Does he laugh and find joy in my calamity
I've made a vow. I will reach him
I won't stop till I see him face to face

His face has become my passion
I wonder about this man
Is he the prince little girls dream of
The man of my fairy tale world
I want to know him but he haunts me
And I don't know why
Do I deserve this, in my heart it's torment

He will answer someday
For he is my passion
This man of my dreams