Blank Cardhouse

She doesn't know it yet
but she's where I'll end up
the game of love only waits
until you've placed your bet
The ever present blank face
that haunts my dreams
the voice that sings
and the scent I can almost taste

So here I sit and long
in a cardhouse of dreams
The queen never present
that sings my heart's song
Until the bridge is gapped
of love and reality
I will sit here on my own
like a present still wrapped.