It was you....

In my dreams i reach for him,
Yet he's always just out of my grasp.
I wake up calling his name,
Though we've never met.
His face sings to me,
Pulling me deeper into this dream.
Trapping me inside a yearning for a world I've never been,
Mocking me with his smile
His sweet scented breath flows across my neck
Drawing my wantings closer to the surface.
The look he holds in his eyes,
One of compassion and longing.
How i long for the name of this man who haunts my dreams.
But in my waking hours i can still see him,
I can hear and touch him,
He is always there....
He is you....