You know I don't know how to write poem. I stole this from somewhere. It sounded nice so I grabbed it and put it here. Not everything is true. For example, when I sleep, I never dream about you. I prefer a dreamless nite. The second example is, I prefer you holding me in your arms and not the other way round. My arms are not long enough to envelope you in a bear hug. The rest is a true fact. Indeed, I wish that you're not working so that you can accompany me. We hardly have time for each other. By the time I finish work, we only have a couple of hours before we knock off, completely tired after a long tiring day.
I always have this vision that both of us are by the beach, with a small wooden table, the sunset as our scenery and a huge grilled lobster waiting for us to savour. When will that day coem?