I see so many cupids

When I woke up one day

I feel a smile blooming on my face

I start to melt with her face around my dream

A dream of togetherness

I was lucky

And then we make a phone call

Talk for million hours

So happy to hear her voice

Her laugh, scream, whistle, spoiled tone

Probe her story word for word

Looking through her tale

And I see myself, clearly.

She'll be the phrase and i'll be the word

Love is a story.