She was like....

She was like floating music,

Talking to her was sublimity.

She was like spring in seasons,

Staying with her was juvenility.

She was like a morning sunshine,

Standing with her was a divinity.

She was like fragrance of flowers,

Being with her was a adorability.

She was like bourgeon on a tree,

Looking at her was a novelty.

She was like dew of early bright,

Touching of her was an extremity.

She was like a fluttering butterfly,

Stay near to her was hypnotizability.

She is like an angel of my imagination,

Dreaming of her is still an opportunity.