"Who He Miss"

At night, I dream a dream, and vaguely I could see, a woman with piercing beautiful eyes, staring right back at me.
She's standing way afar with the wind flowing through her hair,
skin like caramel, with the scent of lavender in the air.
As she moved closer to me, she noticed me with a frown.
She asked, "what's wrong and why the sad face, as if you lost your crown"
I said to her with weeping eyes,"I adore my King so very much on, and I wish that he could see".
She responded back in a warm soft tone, "wipe your tears Queen, it's not you, he just misses me".