A dream.

And she looked into my eyes with the radiance of a thousand suns 
oh how she smelled of the fragrance of a garden of roses 
how do I tell you of how I felt?
it was simply a feeling apart 


Even Rumi or Ghalib would fail to describe her 
my love, so close, yet, so far 
sometimes I feel that she is dream 
a myth, just a figment of my imagination
but it is only with her that reality feels like a dream.