With the wind she aviates
wings of golden get unfurled,
her blackish auburn locks dangle
as she rocks through the jungle….
Kisses the branch of the bottle brush
crimson red whose flowers rush ,
her cheeks turn prettier
when she smiles and blushes for none….
gallops the young palomino,
loves it thy master
The woods enchant the golden colt
so does the hands which rein her…
together they form a beautiful pair
when paint the sky with their myriad ways
leave they behind the prosaic
while on a ride to the clouds in air…
drawing the path of their dreams
the duo on a long flight!!!
bask in delightful pleasure
of love and the valentine