Picked her up, whirled her around,
A belle true in her own right.
Her presence made an alluring belief
That dreams really do exist.
An enchantress with a world at her disposal,
A star-gazer with a vision of being loved,
As she deemed to be demanded.
Making her a woman believing perfect world do exist.
If she was with me she would be my life,
She is away, away in different dimension.
It maybe a dream or a fantasy
A pure bliss which stays in my poetry,
Making me realize day-fantasy do exist.