She visits my dreams in a gown so divine,
Pearl white, enchanting, like a sparkling sign.
In every night, she looks incredibly fine,
An entwined vision that my eyes can't decline.

Lost in time as I gaze upon her face,
Realizing she's the one, my heart's rapid pace.
In her embrace, destiny and fate trace,
My heart confirms, accelerating its chase.

It takes a moment to gather my wits,
To ask her for a dance, create enchanting fits.
Dancing to Mà Vlast, hands around her waist,
All the moments before her, now gone to waste.

The remaining seconds, all dedicated to her,
Dancing, smiling, laughter, a magical blur.
Jumping like music notes from staff to staff,
From Treble clef to bass, life on pause, epitome of love's craft.

Her cuteness defies all defining laws,
A smile as natural as waterfalls.
Every time she talks in every dream,
Love recurs, a recurring theme.

After the first phone call, a smile graced my face,
No longer on Earth, but in outer space.
Her sweet, wondering voice took me to a perfect place,
Where nothing existed but her, in a blissful embrace.

Moving on to the third phase, she's adorable in every way,
Anticipating the next few dates, like a fairytale at play.
A symphony of her plays in my mind over and over,
Captivated by her, like a melody from a lover.

Talking to her is remarkably awesome, filled with humor,
Her heart-capturing laugh, a sound that I savor.
She seems sent to Earth on an angel's behalf,
Everything smooth, like midnight's jazz.

Melt into her voice like listening to a saxophone,
Can't wait to get home, grab the phone.
Once she says "hey," flown to the kingdom of happiness,
Not just there, but king on the throne, a realm of sweet bliss.

Are you gazing at the stars right now?
Do you miss me as I do, wondering how?
Are you peering into the future, to the day of my vow?
I'm searching for you; tell me how.

Looked in bookstores and concertos with classical grace,
Discussed symphonies for lost loved ones, wars, and embrace.
Scanned every sunset on all shores,
Hoping you're there, enjoying the outdoors.

Have I been in the wrong place all this while?
You're not on the moon, right? Not in outer space, that's not your style.
Finding love is hard, not an effortless grace,
Feels like I'm trapped alone in a maze.

Is it taking forever, not just a life phase?
If you're wondering how to recognize me, I always have a book,
And you, with the key to my heart's lock.
Can't wait for the day to show off when I cook.

Listening to a cover of Tove Lo's "Stay High",
The one that says, "You're gone, and I stay high all the time."
She lost him, and I can't find you; it's a lonesome rhyme.

I need you to read between my lines,
In a few steps, cover what could be covered in miles.
I'm sure you'll get it when everything aligns,
But it's not cool making lemonade out of limes.

That's the norm; sometimes you need to go pro,
If this poem didn't work, perhaps vines I'll throw.
Everything rhymes, it's going super awesome,
Let's open up some minds and free them from the blossom.

Around you, I figure there's more to my laughs and smiles,
Life hides other sides, taking you by surprise in its styles.
You bring blue open skies beneath my ceiling tiles,
Love the talks and sarcasm, everything between and within.

Fun is different with you, a twist or a spin,
Smart and funny, you're a perfect ten.
If life was a guitar, you'd be my favorite string,
Strummed, your resonance brings peacefulness.

When it stops, I actually kind of miss,
The melody that's filled with bliss.

This poem is meant to repair,
Won't just ask you to "cheer up," that wouldn't be fair.
Different symptoms, but it's either the heart or spirit,
Neither could heal alone; together, we'll find the merit.

Hearts crack when rough words are spoken,
Broken by others whose hearts have been frozen.
Luckily, time and distance can heal,
A new heart grows, sturdy as steel.

No need for poems to tell you how to feel,
Once the last traces of ice are gone, the heart will zeal.
If it's the spirit, beyond my expertise' limit,
But call someone you love, talk for a minute.

From my experience, that's a spirit refueling ticket,
I know you'd prefer she was there to pick it.
For now, exploit her skills at their best,
It's a temporary remedy until you're together, no jest.

I can see you in his wondering brown eyes,
In the way he moves, breathes, and drives.
Girl, you cover his skies,
Your calls take him to paradise.
He looks adorably resistance-less, to be precise,
With you, he is him, he needs no disguise.
Talking to you, he laughs, smiles, and never fakes replies.
Even when he's around me, he's somewhere else,
To be your perfect man, he excels.
Because, girl, you're his soul, life, and wealth,
You can always trust a guy who has books on his shelf.

And you, my friend, you exist in her smile,
Something in her eyes twinkles when she looks at you.
Saying by her heart, she's ready to step by your side a thousand miles.
Isn’t it cute when she’s jealous of me too?
I know if it was up to her, she would stick you to her by glue.
But seriously, how is it even possible to get jealous of me! I don’t have a clue.

You two are singing a love duet,
And you two sure have bet, Romeo and Juliet.
I am glad you guys met,
Can’t imagine you two with anyone instead.
Just perfect like Peanut Butter and Jam on bread,
So harmonic like when chords go in thirds.
And now I officially give you the title of 'my favorite lovebirds'.

Aren’t you just easy to dream about,
With that smile of yours, I cannot doubt.
Are those cheeks made of cherry?
Because I’ve never seen those before, they are not ordinary.
How about those lips, are they strawberry?
The perfect combination of everything, you're just Legendary.
With that hair falling down framing that masterpiece of God, just imaginary.

You took me to another world, literally.
You’re not just someone, that would pass by my life and I would just miss.
Doing all this,
To the guy who is likely impossible to impress.
You must be something special, a young princess with a bless.
You are adorable as it gets,
Soul-capturing like when Beethoven is played by quartets.
Peaceful like when an angel sings,
You're flawless like a Mozart’s concerto of clarinets and strings.
A conversation with you stays attractive however it swings,
Young and alive like violins.

And I guess this is how this poem ends.