First it was all a dream when I met my King,
I fantasized so deeply thinking about the day he’ll give me a ring,
I never thought I’ll meet him face to face,
I manifested my dream into reality meeting him at a certain place,
There I see us lock eyes like we were the only ones in the room,
Hoping he will sweep me up off my feet like a broom,
Only to realize we never met before,
He smiled so gracefully, my heart dropped unto the floor,
We touched hands for only a few seconds,
He’s truly my King but it’s far fetching,
He left the podium, everyone adore his inspiration,
As they cheered him on, I was wondering when I will see him again,
Just like that my King was gone,
We’ll meet each other again soon,
We’ve been waiting for love for way too long.
Dream on, Dream on, My King.