Its time which slowly passes as if a cold unforgiving river
It seems our love; it grows as if a fragile orange flower
Our eyes meet and meld as if by a divine, magical fate
Our lips, they meet, and create in them a heavenly place.
True to life we dwell as one together in an enchanting circumstance.
With the elegance of a dozen roses, she walks in the dusk,
Transfixed on her charm, I realize that she embodies all that is beauty….