Comments about vinitha nandagopal
The Intoxicating Love
Whenever you heard the whisper of a light drizzle;
Whenever you felt the gentle cool breeze;
Whenever you saw the drifting white clouds in the blue sky;
Whenever you found dew drops clinging on to a blooming rose;
I wanted you to remember my love to you...
Like the soft and gentle music from a flute;
Like the light touch of feathers;
Like the golden rays of dawn;
Like the ripples of a stream;
I treasured my love for you all along...
You had to recognize the true love;
Which had been flowing uninterrupted;
From my heart to yours; ...