Finding what is lost or losing what is found!

I can’t touch her yet she is so near
Her lovely hair enthralls me
My fingers reach out but do I dare
For if I touch her will she see?
Stopped at the crossroads of life
I must be patient so she will find
That I have through life rolled the dice
Playing gently thoughts enter my mind
It must not be games that separate us
Yet I travel here and there to find a cure
Haunting feelings that conceal a must
Walls closing in, life is it so pure?
Radiant white shining light so bright
Her lovely eyes twinkle I am so lost
Does she want me to find a cure or fight?
Asking questions in the dark it costs
One tells me that the road is close by
Another one mentions it is a puzzle indeed
And another tells me away I must fly
The last explains my hunger I should feed.
I place the pieces of life I have bought and found
On a round table made of marble and wood
Only if they fit snuggly to solve then I will not frown
Somehow I know it won’t come about or could
For the roads I’ve been on seem too narrow
To seek out the answers she holds so dear
Will the bow spit it out, a dart or arrow?
Daringly lost, I know only one that can make it clear!