My poetry talks about a love I never had
A person of my dreams who I've never seen
And they express something that makes me feel glad.
I don't know how they look
don't know what their fragrance is like
Don't know how they talk,
if we have something alike.
Dangling on the strip of a daisy
the dews drop onto our cheeks
our sweet getaway, along a road that seems meek.
I won't recognize their sound cause they've never traveled through my ears,
I won't recall their names since I've been withheld from it for all these years.
But the time we spend together fills me with ecstasy
the only problem is that it's too far from the reality.