A girl of wonder,
With a heart of gold,
Her brown hair so perfect flows.
Although she rests,
From time to time,
She never loses her precious glow.

She's beautiful,
When she sleeps,
I lie next to her so still.
I look at her,
Trying not to smile,
But I don't have that sort of will.

A sleeping beauty,
She is to me,
A girl truly from my dreams.
I cannot wait,
Until she wakes,
And we start over so it seems.