Love Prelude
In hours of my solitude
I dream our love prelude.
Me recount that was a frosty Feb
In hours of my solitude
I dream our love prelude.
Me recount that was a frosty Feb
with all that white , a snowy web.
And flakes of snow were falling soft
trees like silver and hills so loft.
You my love ! You came down the vale
with bunch of flowers ,perhaps for sale.
mine eyes were caught in your beauty bright
gazed on your pink and youthful spright.
I hold my heart ! I hold my tongue !
And it was ready to fly and flung.
Then came I ahead to make a propose
see ! how we sat and made a discourse.
Arti Rai
And flakes of snow were falling soft
trees like silver and hills so loft.
You my love ! You came down the vale
with bunch of flowers ,perhaps for sale.
mine eyes were caught in your beauty bright
gazed on your pink and youthful spright.
I hold my heart ! I hold my tongue !
And it was ready to fly and flung.
Then came I ahead to make a propose
see ! how we sat and made a discourse.
Arti Rai
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