Genuine Love

It used to be a dear part of my heart, 

The sweet icing on the cake, the jewel of my creation. 

Every dark night I slept, gazing at the starry dark sky,

Dreaming of that every part. 

Every sunny morning I woke up and realized that it was just a lucid dream.

I lived my life and dreamed of myself and only about. 

But at precise point of life God arranged and I met her, just like a miracle my dream verblabor towards me. Do I still having a sweet dream or is it really reality?

I can't tell her, but the feeling is like in the DREAM! 

May the dream, if it be one I pray that it never be interrupted.

She may not be my dream girl. Neither the hairstyle nor the eye color nor rosy lips.

I have also imagined the whole relationship quite differently. 

I know this sounds idiotic, but should I tell her something? 

That she is a thousand times better than my dream girl, because she is real and true. 

It is beautiful to dream of the girl but to wake up every bright and sunny morning even more beautiful beside her. 

Easy to know that my dream girl is always there for me,