He stands there smiling,
His eyes lovingly looking back at me,
His soft hands clenched up, prepared.
He has stood there before, so many times.
No one stands beside him though,
No princess to his prince.
No path stretches out infront of him,
No path has been left for me to reach him.
Soft, brilliant eyes look back at me,
As they will for the eternity i watch.
If i look away he may be gone,
And i'll lose even that perfect image.
He has stood there so many times,
Even if i reach out, my hand or lips,
They will never connect.
As i get closer, bit by bit, he changes,
Those eyes still stare, his smile never fades,
But others standing next to him come into view,
And i as well, my hands aging with frustration.
Finally i am there, beside him, but he is gone,
It took too long.
I stand by his grave stone and collapse beside it,
He will still be there, in my dream, smiling, staring,
Once i wake up, i shall fulfill it all though.
For my unatainable prince.
