“Mysterious Lady”
They say in our dreams we see not world is, but what can be,
Often in my dreams comes a lady hard to comprehend who she would be.
Neither she belongs to today’s world, nor does she hail from history,
The identification of her still remains a mystery.
I spend time with her when fast asleep,
It seems like she’s making her way into my heart very very deep.
Viewing her beauty, charm, fragrance, & affection,
I get refreshed forgetting all the anxiety & depression,
& get elevated from virtual helm to charismatic heaven.
Her enigmatic appearance leaves me spellbound,
By nesting a ‘Queen’ in my heart, I feel crowned.
Blue starry eyes, bright face, black hair dressed in absolutely white,
Complemented by dramatic dreamland forming a background, enhance the
enigmatic sight.
Laden with gold, diamond all around tied,
Speak about her elegance personified.
When I get up, there’s nothing around me fantasy white,
But her appearances in my dreams keep me fine & right.
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