In the
garden of the house of victories
For the
first time you conquered my heart
Before
the hut of words and stories
Your fragrance
you did let move apart.
Oh that
fragrance! I’m in love with it.
Who did
give you so sweet a smell?
Again in
a gifted candle came it
In a
land that has many stories to tell.
Again I
saw you but on my daily path.
You did
stand in the midst of many flowers
Upright
to hear the cries everyday
Of beautiful
birds dressed in many colours.
Sorry to
you who read these verses
For these
lines being linked by my memories.
For love
may stand beautiful red roses
But you
alone would do for the sweetest memories.
Come with
me till my life goes
To witness
sweet memories o’ pink rose.
