Sign Of Love

On the balcony reading a book And caressing a thin tendril rose With twists on the walls, I give, With all sincerity, a look, Across the narrow path, On to the vacant balcony where You are about to appear, with loose Hair, before you go to take your bath I catch a smile you throw At me, with an earnestness that shows The loose hair is for me to play with, And with pleasure I gently bow; I close the book with a heart Beating your name as message is Clear about our meeting and your wearing A red ribbon and my favourite skirt All right reserved @Tiku