My Perfect Man, Where Are You?

I wouldn't even know who you wereIf you came and knocked on my door
I try to picture you in my head
But it isn't focused and you look pale and dead.
No, I know that isn't you
That's just the way I think you may be.
But how should I know?
I wouldn't even know your face if it were right in front of me.
Maybe you have blue eyes.
Or do I prefer green?
Sometimes I like the brown ones
That gaze deeply at me.
You could have some lovely brown curls
Or shiny blonde hair,
Possibly straight red and blazing,
It's not like I care, I just wish you were here!
I have tried many times to dream you up;
The perfect unabridged version of my true love,
Sometimes you're tall
Sometimes a little shorter
Sometimes you are super close
But mostly only further
Away
From whereI want you
To be.
I don't know who you are
I don't even know who I want you to be.
I imagine a great man of mystery
But I would rather you go ahead and reveal yourself to me.
If we are planning on being lovers
Just go right ahead
And show me who it is
That I am supposed to wed!
Hey, I'm not a picky girl
But let's get one thing straight
I want a cat and about four kids
Any more questions?
No?
Great, let's get hitched!
So call me pathetic
Or simply, a girl
I don't care what you call me,
But don't call me a
whore.
I'm glad we got that covered, now moving right along
I wouldn't even mind if we got ourselves a small dog.
Are you getting the picture?
Do you think this could be you?
I hope you can recognize yourself
Because I am still having a hard time
Seeing through the rainbows and clouds
In my dream.
Oh wait, the clouds are parting and the rainbow crashes to the ground,
I see that it is not a perfect man that I have found.
In fact, there is no one in this dream but me
And now I am getting drenched.
The tears of all the other girls
Who dreamed their lives away
Are now pouring down on me
And scaring my cat away.
Oh yes, I knew all along there was no great man
That would explain why this whole time
I had such a hard time
Picturing him.