Curly hair they were
My concious still deep sea water.
In the rose floral garden
Beautiful white doves flying over us.
Was it a premonition.
Wild fancy moves yesternight
Breathtaking match towards my table
That’s love’s to answer.
Thought rose will never flourish
Suppleness of its petals
It’s brightness attracts the eye.
One of the million anthers will conquer.
We wake up on a beautiful sunrise
Your head on my shoulder
Glaring rays falling on our face
That’s the broadest smile ever.