My hero, my lover my fantasy man
Is there a chance that we meet again?
I’ve missed you too often and so many days
I hoped that someday, again, we’ll cross ways
I looked in the mirror, so plain and sad
My eyes sometimes teary, and sometimes mad
I did neither eat nor play or sleep
and even more often I wanted to weep
I looked at your picture, oft folded and faint
Studied your features, those of a saint
I always remember your rescue in time
and how you punished that man for his crime
I clung to your words as a silver line
And hoped you would one day really be mine
I dreamt of you often, before I lost hope
I’m lonely, alone, and can’t seem to cope
The times I was with you were magic and few
I’ll always remember, whatever I do
The things you gave me to keep and hold dear
They’re precious as silk and doubly so sheer
My hero, my lover, my fantasy man
Will you come to my rescue again?
Lost in my heartache you came to my aid
I’m lost again; are you too late?
I lent you my time and some of my heart
and for some hours you played the part
Now I’ve reached the final line, the end
And leave the book for other hearts to mend