Where are you my heart?

I know I talk about it so much but I dream of her every night it feels like but when is the time going to come for me to finally see this girl that holds me close and keeps me warm? She holds me while we sit under the tree in the shaded my head rests on her lap. But I can't see her face only hear her voice say I am here for you. I tell her I want to come home but than I feel her tears on my face. When I am close to her I then wake up, it is like having your heart torn out and being slam back to reality. I cry for her because I wish to never leave anyone alone. But it is rare to see her when I get the chance if only I could dream of her every night. But stress and hate cloud my mind for me to think straight. Maybe someday I can see her again and this time stand for good. Than again some days never come with this world we live in. I only ask how much pain do I have to endure to see you again to be once again by your side? Like a window I stare out I know you are staring back. I wish I could reach you my dear heart. So long a road I walk never to see a end. Filling the world with my help but never helping my self. Someday only someday my dream will come again but will it be the last for me to step forth towards you for good this time.   IX