In my dream, I saw a young lady dressed in white, I could not see her face which was covered with a veil. She was sitting near a tree, with a small stream running behind it. She was facing (her whole body) to the right as I approached her. I remembered that it was her birthday or something special but I forgot a gift. So I picked a rose and brought it to her. When I gave it to her, she asked if I had remembered to write her a poem. I knew she couldn't see me, so I just made up a simple poem on the spot. It went like this: "A rose is a thing of beauty, only matched by you, my cutie". As I made up the poem, I grasped her hand which was covered in a white glove and I moved it up the stem of the rose. Then I tried to bend and break the remaining long stem without her noticing.