That night she came in my sweet dream
When I was deep asleep,
With a beautiful rose in her hand,
She confessed her refined and pleasant love for me,
I was absolutely thrilled,
For I could never imagine it.
All the sweet feelings of the world suffused my poetic mind,
I stared at her divine eyes for a long time,
How long I could not know;
Next morning I woke up and found myself anew,
Then I silently asked my inner self,
"Why can't I dream such a wonderful dream every night? "
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