We met under a tree,
It was just him and me.
We held our palms and strolled on,
Told our stories to the birds’ call.

I saw him as my valentine,
But was curious to know if he was only mine.
It seemed to be reality,
But sadly, my fate had failed me.

When I realised it was just a dream,
My cries were that of a stream.
Would I get a man just like whom I had met?
Would I get the love just like what I had felt?