Swan princess pt.2: Faith

I saw her again last night, standing near the lake
Her dress was torn, and her cheeks streaked with the tears she'd shed
She gently called me toward her

In a trance like state I came until I stood in front of her
She stroked the side of my face with her fair and gentle hand
"Hope, faith, trust, lust" she whispered to me before she vanished

I awaken soon after determined to see her again, determined to slumber
But everytime I slept she did not appear
Tears still roll down my cheeks but I have faith that she'll appear again