When I feel love where I am most welcome
More I feel to take rest at my lover’s bosom,
This smell is sweet dawn as I move on,
This world seems a good living in love’s freedom
Proof of loveliness it gathers in my summons,
This creates memories, the remembrance for all.
Oh, when I like to talk and loiter with her,
She becomes passionate to hold my hands,
Again I dwell to live in her swearing stands,
She pleases me like a teen’s first touch resolved,
Her travel with me is like dancing in rain
As if we are moving in confirmation of love and serenity.