River Bank (Wooden House)

The gentle breeze teasing the leaves The glittering water of the flowing river Down the laughing meadows Passed the gurgling brooks. The dancing shrubs and vines, The tiny flowers growing around, The birds are chirping, The bees and butterflies are dancing, The riverbank’s glittering happily, Staring the wooden house with no envy. For, they are happy for the two hearts, Loving each others freely, Craving, hoping not to be apart, With each others' arms they hug tightly. In their own dreamy world and place, There are possibilities, rather than fantasies, Savoring every minute, spending precious time, Making promises of their love so sublime. May it be just a dream, she hate to end For, only in a dream everything's fulfilled In the riverbank, the wooden house he made These are the treasures she dreamed to acquire The name, the face, the man, the LOVE Her heart desires. _mai_ 27Sept08