Today, is the 18th year
That I would celebrate alone, my dear.
It's not really big deal,
But it seems like that 'cause it's accurately real.
Most of my friends are going to dates,
Some of my friends are receiving chocolates,
Few of my friends are writing letters,
Less of my friends' relationships are getting better.
And I'm just here in a corner,
Waiting for you to come over.
And it is just too much,
To wait this such.
But I'm no complaining,
Over a thing that isn't entertaining.
But I'm not in despair,
Even it isn't fair.
I've been saving love songs,
But it sounds so wrong.
I've been writing love letters,
But it doesn't fit on my sweaters.
If you truly are existing,
My hopeless heart is slowly drifting.
If you truly are for me,
My soul will be in glee.
I know that one moment in forever,
We'll celebrate hearts day together.
And I'd like to see you being late,
Holding a bouquet of flower and some chocolate.
And for this year's vday,
I just wanted to meet you even just for a day.
And to this poem I wrote for you,
I hope you'll soon read this about you.