Maryllises writes a gushing, affectionate portrait of an ideal boy, built almost entirely from comparisons to nature. The speaker is clearly smitten. She admits she can't even pin down the color of his eyes, "green… or maybe brown or blue," which suggests she is more caught up in the feeling he gives her than in exact details. Whatever the color, his eyes remind her of spring, a season of fresh starts and new growth.
The images that follow are big and playful: hair as brown as a grizzly's coat or an oak's bark, a person as tall as a tree, a smile as bright as the sun. Together they make him seem strong, steady and warm. The most unusual line is the one about his hands being "like butterflies in orchestra," which is light, delicate and a little musical. The repeated refrain "You are my dream boy" works like a happy sigh. The mood is sweet, dreamy and sincere, the daydream of a crush that feels bigger than the facts.