It is a woman, How I dream about her...
Her versatility, her blissful beauty,
Like the queen of the dream-world's county...
She is the fairest of them all,
Like the glowing diamond, I recall...
She is the woman, how I dream about her....!
She is soft to the weak and harsh to the wrong,
Care for the world, drizzles in her song....
At times, I get confused trying to understand,
At times she oozes so lucid, like a good old jazz band...
She is the woman, how I dream about her....!
The relationship we share is so supple,
Like a tangy dazzling incessant puzzle...
She is meticulous, she is the opulence strata,
Expounding her is fun, she is my inamorata...
She is the woman, how I dream about her....!
I asked her her name, she claimed it's "Aarzu",
Viola....I said.. this is the moment, I always knew...
She is my love, she is my steer,
She is the only one, I bluntly adhere...
She is my woman, yes I always dreamt about her....!!
