I stumble upon a cherry blossom tree
I sat beneath its casting shadows
and stare at its bright carnation pink flowers
It seems like its dancing with the serene breeze
and as if the sun is twinkling like million stars
through its wriggling branches and stems
It was the peak of Spring
and everyone's got company
for the flower viewing ceremony
But I am alone, writing this poem
It didn't bother me anyway
Although I have always had this fantasy
of someone sitting with me with his eyes like the color of the soil
watching me as I write
and smiling like a prince would do
With his wide shoulders partly covering the sun's rays
escaping from the flowers and leaves
Like I knew I can always rely on
But that's just a delusion
That was carved in my mind a long time ago
that would never happen even in my wildest dreams
Until I've sense a pair of eyes looking straight at me,
Making me feel like a melting butter
and I looked up to check on it
I saw a smile from a tall man asking,
"Can I sit with you?"
