Rosy lady, flower of the field
you are my umbrella and my yield your kisses showers like the rains
and dismissing all odds and pains.
Searching everywhere unto the best your person is above the rest
In morn, noon and evening dreams most sweet
Did I see a lovely harem meet.
Lost in myth I am, dreaming all the while
Of when we shall walk down the love file
Vowing and promising truth to keep
Burning with zeal and affection ever deep.
For purpose and meaning love shall sprout
and flood the world and rid it of drought
Then hate will be lost never to remembers I know
For we ever shall shine and glow