WARM TALES

I will melt in love

Like a tender rose.

And I will teach our fields

How to smile.

Your love is my journey

Towards warm tales

Look at my face;

It is rosy.

And hold my hand;

It is delicate,

For love makes the soul soft

And makes the mouth sweet as honey

With enchanting lips.

By day, captivating smiles

And by night, warm tales