the roses now are in bloom
and the butterflies fly
in multicolored brightness
and here I am.... pricked
...
yes, it is written in the skies,
this chance meeting
this sudden feeling
enraptured
...
prelude:
life begins from a father's care
and a loving mother as well
caressed by love
...
i shall remember you
like a song unfading through the years
i shall treasure every word of kindness
...
love is not a game
foolish people want to play
it is not the luck of the draw,
there are no losers
...
as i breathe, i become aware
of the life force flowing
in every cell of my being.
...