Guy of my Dreams

I see him from across the room,
yet it seems there's nothing I can do.
I see him all throughout the day,
and think about him just the same.

We came so close and then away,
with hope coming closer everyday.
His laugh takes my breath from me,
his touch; my sight and consciencness.

Everyone's telling me what to do,
but I'm too afraid of you not coming through.
I ask myself why I am,
You're way to good for those things.

No one will ever understand,
what I'm truly feeling inside.
Though I am willing to let you in,
I always expect disappointment at the end.

It seems like it would be different with you,
you're caring, and sweet, and quirky too.
You'd call me beautiful and write poetry to me,
I may let my guard down for the guy of my dreams!