My love, may I name you Red Rose
As you yourself a rose,
Not less than,
A wonderful creation of God!
Life without roses no life
As without you,
My temptation are you, my fascination,
My infatuation with
Soemthing, something dreamy and sweet,
Redolence coming from
And maddening me
With your charms and loveliness
Which but my heart knows,
Which but God knows,
how do I like you,
How do I love you?
My love, only love are you,
The whiff and wisp of romanticism,
The flight of my imagination
And my escape from the hard realities of life.
My love are you, my dream are you,
My periphery and circle of life
And where to go, where to go
Leaving you, my sweetheart?
A dream ever seen, ever imagined,
A dreamgirl
Dreamful,
Imaginative and fanciful, flying, fling into the skies.
A flower, so tender and so soft,
So internal and intrinsic,
Reverberating with
I like you, I love you, I love so much.
My dreamgirl, coming like a dream,
Going like a dream
In her mien,
Arrival and departure.
My dreamgirl, as ever it is,
Existing as a dream and a sequence,
A portarit of an artist,
An imaginative heart.
Bijay Kant Dubey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-rose-as-my-sweetheart-my-dreamgirl-the-girl-of-my-dreams/
