Her dream guy....

She goes home every night and dreams,
holding her pillow close to her heart.
Maybe one day she will finally find him,
the one she has dreamt of from the start.

Her hair sways so beautifully,
her smile lightens a room.
She has the sweetest personality,
and a delightful smelling perfume.

Every day she calls me up,
explaining how she wants to find him.
She tells me that he does not exist,
and her hope is starting to dim.

I gently tell her that he will come,
knowing that she could break into tears.
Deep down I think to myself, what about me,
we have known each other for so many years.

But I never say anything about how I feel
because it could ruin our friendship,
so I try to console her every day,
holding her up, so she does not slip.

How long must I live this way?
I just wish she could open her eyes and see,
that I will cherish her for the rest of my life,
and she would forever be happy with me.

As sad as it is, I'm still here waiting,
I will be here for her until the very end.
Every night I wish she was mine,
but she only sees me as a friend...