In a garden of dreams, where petals sway,
A flower blooms, so pure and gay.
Her beauty, like the dawn's first light,
Fills every heart with love's sweet might.
Her smile, a ray of sunshine bright,
Illumines all that she might see.
Her eyes, like stars in a velvet night,
Guide me through life's darkest plight.
Her voice, a gentle breeze at play,
Whispers secrets to my soul each day.
Her laughter, like a melody so sweet,
Reminds me of love's joyous meet.
Like a rose, her cheeks are rosy red,
And her lips, as soft as silken thread.
Her skin, as smooth as dewdrops fresh,
Glistens in the morning sun's warm heat.
Her hair, a golden waterfall,
Cascading down her back with such ease.
It dances in the wind, a living art,
A sight that fills my heart with bliss.
Oh, how I long to hold her close,
To feel her warmth and breathe in her air.
For she is more than just a flower fair,
She is my love, my heart's true care.