Ambling Across Reality Street - Alone.

A lonely drive-way,
The solitary cobbled street
She fantasises about the man she'd like to meet.

Tall, an infectious smile,
eyes with a mischievous glint.
Well-educated and informed
Nothing about him could be uniform.

An Old-fashioned, chivalrous gentle-man
Still a rebel who refuses to conform
Humorous and great company
Well-nourished over endless cups of coffee.

Industrious. Appreciated by young maidens and their mothers.
Charming yet worldly-wise
Dismissive about his achievements.
Self-effacing to a fault.
Mister Modesty.
A trifle damaged, a hippie traveller and closet idealist.  

Respectful of women
A strong fighter.

Men like these should be easier to come by 
A proto-type to be well-lauded
Even Applauded.

A despondent mother persists
"Baby, perfect doesn't exist."
The girl smiles a while.

In her naive  head he does.
Reality could be a while.
"until then I'd rather be alone
and explore distant lands 
that remain unseen.
Perhaps chance upon 
Beautifully exotic, unknown people
While God Almighty in his infinite wisdom decides what should be.