If it comes,…

I cannot write what I do not feel
But there’s something about you,
Whoever you are,
That keeps my attention.
You’re the kind of thing I’d wake from;
Too good to be true
Yet true in a realm somewhere,
Dwelling between awake and eternally away.
If we were to ever meet
That’s what I’d say to you –
I pray you’d be worthy of such praise
And that you’d live up
To the standards I am building,
Be the dream I want to remain in forever
And replace those that leave me
Fearful and confused in the morning.