Rozniecki's poem is a love letter in the form of a long list. For most of its length, the speaker simply piles up the qualities of the woman he loves: she is kind, funny, loyal, modest, patient, and able to get along with anyone. The short, rhythmic lines keep adding to the portrait, as if he can't stop finding things to admire. The list ends on a personal note, "Loves me for me," which suggests that being accepted matters as much to him as her virtues do.
Then the poem shifts from description to a moment. She looks into his eyes, his heart warms, and he feels the wait was worthwhile. The mood becomes dreamy and a little disbelieving. He isn't sure whether he's awake or dreaming, or whether she's real at all. The title ties it together: he is so happy and so absorbed that the feeling seems almost unreal. The tone is warm, sincere, and openly adoring.