The season of spring arrived,
Blew colours of intimacy.
Pairs of the couple,
I could see it in the park.

All my thoughts flushed.
When I saw her,
Alone in the park.
Walking on the greens tapping her stick.

The only thought closed eyes,
What that thing light?
What that thing colour?
What that thing face?

The only thing is feeling,
'She replied'.
You talk of all these, entire not necessary.

Count my beats and only one
I could...