O, as marbles of her beautiful face, <br />And eyes, as intoxicating stream, <br />She leaves her beauty at every pace, <br />She is almost the girl of my dream. <br /> <br />The moon shames seeing her glamour, <br />When she laughs, flowers blossom, <br />As a nightingale of her murmur, <br />I feel pain-free of its out come. <br /> <br />Nothing is so sweet as her voice, <br />More than others she is holy and nice, <br />She is the moon has good manner to rejoice, <br />She is like venus and her styles entice. <br /> <br />She is an extraordinary I die for her, <br />love is full of girls but she is where?<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dream-girl-11/
