Saga of Love



My love breathes in the fresh morning air,
To the music of the birds it lends an ear,
As fresh as the dewdrops,
Lightly flying out from the chimney tops.


It runs around with the butterflies,
Following the fluffy clouds in the sky,
Painted a gold by the morning sun,
My day of loving has just begun.


Swaying along with the daffodils,
My love, the chambers of my heart fills,
Singing along with the lilting breeze,
My love plays hide and seek, amidst the shadows of trees.


Still zealous after half a day,
Happy, cheerful and gay,
With colourful dreams it lies on the grass green,
Drawing the future, smiling in between.


The evening paints my love in red and amber,
Touching the senses with the wand of Amor,
New passions instill the evening chill,
Like warmth trapped inside a coquille.  


My love twinkles like the golden stars
Coming out one by one, in the dark sky far,
Shining like a silky red bundle,
So full of love, my love hustles and trundles. 



My love walks the cobbled way
Lightened by the evening lights, at the end of the day,
In the company of bougainvilleas and honeysuckles, 
The beautiful saga of love, my pen chronicles...

©Madhumita