Your Lover

sitting by a brook humming some old songs of love watching the clouds passing by the tilted flower at the edge of the water is your beautiful lover walking down the path to the meandering stream at morn watching the dew drops melting at the roots of the grasses as they fall listening to the sound of gold and silver as the young lasses take bath in the village pond the flower smiling at the sun is your beautiful lover; feeling the wind against the face smelling wafting fragrance of wild flowers and noting down lines on the beautiful lovers watching the pair of ducks dipping their heads into water as they slowly swim across the water the rising moon is the lover to spend the night with you.