Is It Reality Or Fantasy

I dream the same dream every night, That I would awaken in the morning daylight, Seeing a special delivery at my front door, A beautiful shiny secret box held by a stunning man kneeling on the floor. He would look into my eyes and say the words I have been waiting to hear, That he loves me so much and with such sincerity he begins to tear. He holds my favorite flower, a rose, as he begins to stand and look in my eyes, I hear his promises of love, faithfulness and I know it's all true, no lies. I am so overcome with emotions that I keep hoping this is real and not in my head, I keep praying that I am living this and not dreaming in my bed. My breathe continues to be taken away as he hands me plane tickets and my heart skips a beat, Suddenly my alarm clock goes off and I realize I feel my bed sheets under my feet. It was all just a fantasy, the secret box, my favorite flower and plane tickets to my far away place, But I keep hoping and praying one day I will find that beautiful handsome face. Until that day, my dreams is what I will always hold dear, Especially while I am waiting for my prince to appear.