O what a graceful efficacy it has on
To love forever into the heart of
your adoration! Ah, but dearest
Like lives, are finished, as life has
ends! still
It is enticing when love is there
the lover is there,
To sit in the dreams of my love,
and to
dream of your sweet habits! As if you
were the flower and me, the smell,
I enter it and reply to all your
queries, in love
Isn’t this sweet love in between you and I?
Isn’t my audacity bigger than our
sweet love?
Aren’t we a couple of love?
What glues our hearts together?
O, love! O, love!
I love what we are?
Is happiness in me or in you?
Once we walked in the garden of
flowers and you said, “There is a
flower, the symbol of our love”
Inside the garden, I asked: “Allow
to sit on one of the benches, in the
Allow me to love you gently
Till my death”
In the garden, where, like pigeons
chirping the whole day, their
alluring tone
I feel so romantic, so breezed, so
revitalised, still so enthralling
Not like any pickle coming over it
I’d love to be how you are,
as if the world were cruelsome and
people were harsh
Until death comes,
I keep loving you days and nights,
months and years,