An Ode To You

When I close my weary eyes, you come putting an anklet on legs before me like the tune of cuckoo, a strand of red roses tied to your lock of hair behind swings around as if the sailing clouds dancing looking at me, but when I keep my eyes open you go beyond my vision, Oh, I hardly can say whether it is a dream that tempts me to dive into unheard melodies or today is my wedding day you are standing before me, If it is just a dream I must refuse to face reality but if I am dreaming so why you come and go?