My dream beauty

My dream beauty,

lying on the bed of roses,

the roses which don't spread out,

the fragrance too hard,

to become unbearable to her.

The hair of my dream beauty,

somewhat brown,

some black,

giving look of the dense clouds,

laden with the load of water,

the pleasant wind,

blowing at this time,

appears to be coming out,

from her long and shining hair.

The face of my dream beauty,

Oh! my heart is pumping so high,

I can't compare it,

even with the moon,

dark red lips,

pink red cheeks,

in the marble-white background,

tickling her blue eyes,

like a star,

twinkles and draws,

our attraction towards itself.

The well shaped structure,

of my dream beauty,

wearing the cloths,

of different colours,

of the spring season,

lying so beautifully,

and she appears,

like the rainbow,

in the rainy season.

My dream beauty,

when whispers something,

it sounds to me,

as the flowers,

falling from the plants silently,

and there is no reason,

to hurt her ears,

which are capable to catch,

all the words,

whatever I imagine.

When she smiles softly,

the buds are forced,

to be blossomed,

I want, therefore,

my dream beauty,

to be kept,

within my closed eyes,

as when it will come out of my eyes,

and even from the jurisdiction,

of my imagination,

she might be hurt,

due to scratch of soft blowing air,

and the polluted thoughts,

hence,

I intend to close my eyes,

forever,

keeping and preserving her image,

for the reason that,

my dream beauty,

should always be remained, as,

my dream beauty.