Dreams

We've all got dreams,
Yours are unreachable,
Mine are just as so,
Perfect life, fast cars, big house, a perfect man to hold,
They are yours,
So shallow.
My only requirement is you,
And every time I feel like I know you,
You change a little more,
Like a chameleon,
With angelic blue eyes and long heavenly hair,
Who tempts me into this abstraction,
And I don't even dare look at your face,
Because every time I do I confess my love,
Over and over, subconsciously.
All I want is for you to hear my words,
Smile at me,
And hug me as you leave.