An eternal love never had it's brink,
Ran as infinite grassland, where sun is pink.
Passing the spring of hope, winter of despair;
In corner of world love stand on flare.

Nature carries grace in her all seasons
With touch of this beauty, for lovers she form edens.
Summer makes it beautiful with golden rays!
And sunflower dance with rhyme of love phrases.

Monsoon invigorates every promise to beloved–
Of being hand in hand, love appear manifested
Desire for saying...