Dream Girl
When oft upon my cot I lie,
Her face flashes in my mind’s eye.
Those azure eyes full of love,
Those rosy cheeks, that smile of Jove.
Darker than night, her long black hair,
Her face gleaming like a flare.
Those lips are like petals of rose,
How elegant is her slender nose.
A fairy she is, on my word I swear,
A budding rose she seems in her white attire.
That graceful walk, that lovely look,
A girl with a heart clear as a brook.
Flowers blooms at her pleasant smile,
To hear her voice, cuckoos stop a while.
Her beauty puts the moon to shame,
So cute, so delicate a dame.
That beauty so divine,
Oh! I wish she were mine.




