Happily Dazed

Buds have turned into perfumed flowers, and we, happily dazed, spend endless hours on the vast and daisy-swarmed meadow... while the branches of the willow gracefully bow! Softly rolling on lush grass with sunlit-eyes and love-inflamed lips, we abandon ourselves to every imaginable desire that runs through our veins by slowing down time... on this soft meadow of intense passion, the spring sun slowly dips! Some lovers choose a sailing ship to entice romance; with wind and splashing waves love becomes tense, they never find a quieter spot where one is happily dazed by the bright sunlight and strong scent of a sunset so awaited!