I dream about the day of meet you
In a café, ordering a beverage of sorts.
Sitting across me, with her own virtu
Pouring her persona like a ravishing resort.
In a scenic beach as beautiful as her eyes
And clouds as soft as her cheeks.

To meet her not by purpose, but an accident
That may seem so far fetched it’s hysterical
In a funny sense. Being in this involvement
That had happened between this blissful
Yet funny event is the best thing to come.
Even though this is simply a dream.