I sit on this bench and think my thoughts
Lots of things in this world I have sought
But one thing in particular has caught my eye:
The perfect, The handsome, Valentine guy
He's the one you find on February 14th
With his hair just a little messy
And his face is clean
He's always in a good mood
And is willing to help
He's able to cook good food
And can build things, such as this little shelf
He is my fantasy
My dream
My hallucination
Too bad all he'll ever be
Is my own creation
