Sparks start to fly

Restlessly in her bed,
she thinks about finding her lucky star,
the guy who sweeps her off her feet,
fights for her heart,
would jump in front of a speeding train to save her,
thinks about her superman.

Dozens of roses fill the apartment,
white, pink, red,
beautiful sweet aroma,
as a smile grows across her face,
she can't help but giggle,
knowing maybe this one can be different.

Dream or Reality,
is this some illusion in her mind,
fantasizing about this magical guy,
who drops down on one knee,
opening a Tiffany & co box,
asking ever so sweetly,
" Will you do the honor of becoming my wife?".

Snapping back into her mind,
the smile slowly fades away,
coming to realize she was lost in an intense dream,
as she steps out her front door,
taking a fresh air walk through the streets,
she bumps into this guy,
giggling I'm sorry,
sparks start to fly as
they look into each others eyes.