thoughts on the street

While I was walking down the street
 
I was having thoughts so sweet.
 
I went completely out of phase
 
The passers-by all had your face.
 
So I composed up this rhyme
 
To hope someday you will be mine.
 
Let me dream of hope and pleasure
 
Feel the air getting so fresher.
 
Than I reach deep into my pocket
 
To see your picture in my wallet.