Still I Am

In a quiet noon of a fall A cadence of wind spread along the Foothill of the blue mountain! My memories flashed back to a same fall noon— That day we hiked side by side on a trail, Whenever I looked upon your face I saw there a white pigeon of love, Its adorned artistry beautified you, Your heart-beats whispered to me With a synchronized music of wind, That evening had sprinkled crimson hues! That night was shined by a moon, That starry sky kindled the lamp of my life, I was beholden to you, Still I am.