She first comes in my dream, sweet sleeping,
She is wearing designed clothing, bright eyes,
Dream are bounding in her vision astonishing,
She standing on flowers picked for her staying.
I see the heaven in her beauty, she is first love,
She is passing a gleam of staring, love indwelling,
She is leaning over blossoms, silent worldly feeling,
She is my love; she is my first adoration, arriving from heaven.
When I stand alone on the shore of love sentiments,
Again and again she assures me, she saves love for me.
She is natural in speaking on life, convincing me more,
Protection is love that she says in her easy bidding.
I feel comfortable when she admits her choice in me,
She is my path finder in friendly terms, her nature,
It is her magical power to remove fear of losing simplicity,
She arrives with great promises, “Save love for life.”