To My Dream Girl — 4
You are the zenith of beauty, the Gods admire,
You give beauty a chance for it to express itself,
In its most magnificent form with extravagancy,
To be admired by the whole creation of God,
Standing tall with your feminity incomparable,
To any of the meticulously crafted nature’s beauty.
Words are poems, if you begin to speak of them,
Sounds are music, if you begin to whistle it,
Scribblings are paintings, if you begin to draw them,
Footsteps are art, if you begin to walk on them,
Movements are dance, if you begin to perform it,
You are the essence of love if you begin to feel for it.
The world stands still, when you look at it with love,
With parrots and hummingbirds, singing your beauty,
In the gardens of my palace, sculptured with fine art,
Depicting your past times, while you are awake,
And the dreams you get, while you are asleep,
And all the beautiful moments in between.
You are the words in my odes of love,
You are the melody in the sounds I hear,
You are the picturesque art in the scenes I see,
You are the fragrance, in the flowers, I smell,
You are the briskness, in my mornings that I wake up,
You are the dreams, that come in my sleep,
You are indeed the meaning of life that I live.
