The Girl of My Dreams.

Flowing like a bubbling brook

soft steps she took

Hugging herself amorously

palms slid from arcs of her shoulders,glibly

A mellifluous tune,she hummed  

lost in a trance of her own,she swayed

Shoulders loose, not a sign of worldly burden

oh!that Godly creation,what a maiden!

Child like yet womanly-complete.

enveloped in nature-now so obsolete

And then slowly she turned

right out of a painting ,she must have leaped

Laughter etched on her luminous face

Eyes sparkling of a heavenly grace

Lips carved into perfect smile

playing with Curls of her tresses,so nubile 

Holding a little red rose,she stood with her eyes low

She was not an angelic dame,but a force,hard to forego

Such a beautiful sight, such bliss

So palpable her vivacity,hard to miss

She stood in all her resplendence

I knew her,by some striking resemblance

But how?For I know not,of such absolute woman
She glowed on the earth she stood, like a lantern

Amazed! Then it struck me,

For that girl was me

I was that happy creature,blimey!

She winked at me in her mischievousness

I smiled from the utter mysteriousness 

and I stared as she kindly smiled,Touche!

Swaying into a tiny dot,she walked away.

Becoming a Pearl in an Oyster.

A Moon in a Celestial Cluster.