Dream Girl

True, beauty and pure

She is: and my love, sure

Thinking of her, I lure

Wonder if there is cure.

“Magnolia like”, she is a bloom

With blond, neat and groom

A pair of expressive eyes

And a brain so wise

A smile with a face so cute

Beats my heart faster and makes me mute

All envy and fall for her, even the moon

I know, I should tell soon

How do I reveal her?

For I am so near yet too far

Damage to friendship, I fear

Yet, got so much of love, here

As the day breaks

And the world wakes

Nothing I do, but fall

In love with her—and that is all

Readers, tell me what life this, I should call ?