Dreaming

July 10, 2001

She is drop-dead gorgeous. A lass in every young man's daydream.
She is Miss _____.

All along I want to catch her but she is like a wild forest flower tucked in a deepest nook.
I can only gaze at her with wonder and say: "This is paradise."

She smiles in mute sweetness.
She is soft spoken and mysterious.
She is as glorious as summer clouds and serene as a calm sea in a full moon.

On top of these, she is not only beauty. This young lady has brains.
Her talk gives signs of a vibrant universe of a thinking woman.
I agree that given the chance all warriors would fight to the end just to have her
as their queen, companion, and inspiration.

I conceal my feelings when I'm in front of her.
So that she wouldn't notice I had this affection.
She's my constant dream from every moment I laid my eyes upon her.

I would like to pursue her but I had fears. Fear that she might not accept me.
Fear that I might distract her studies and work.
Miss ___ is a dream. Maybe I should live again another day.
Another day and she will be reality...