I wished upon a shooting star
to walk about cupid's bower.
To slumber then I had drifted
Dreaming of nothing else.

I awoke to a smell of roses ,
Beautiful luscious ruby coloured roses
Fountains beside spraying about.
Shocked I wondered where I was.

Looking about I asked myself
Is this Love's bower.
To my surprise twas nothing else
A stranger before me stood.


I asked him in a silent way "Kind Sir ! is this your bower I pray".
To which replied he you silly thing
My garden is deep within you


I understood not what he tried to say,
Asked I again where am I then..
I wondered deep within is this Love's lair .
Does he deceive me, pondering still arose I then.

This bower you claim is it not your own,...