A Dream

A piece of artwork from every direction,

Her features delicate and serene.

All look at the woman with affection,

As if they are gazing upon the queen.

Rose stains dance on her cheek,

Contrast to her pure complexion.

None would want to critique

For there is no need for correction.

In her eyes are the stars,

Surrounded by sea foam perfection

and her voice, as musical as guitars,

Leads all to want a connection.

Each man aims for this,

but all have gotten rejection.

All but one has gone without bliss.

I am the winner of the selection

  in my dreams, for I fear love will never find me.