Pearls of her bead tied
like doves in a row
Oh they embellish her collar bone.
And those ones
hanging down her ears
Rhyme with the flames of her fears.
Pause, he stops his wheels.
She steps up her eager heel.
His fragrance oh so wild
But his smile, graciously mild;
Now their heartbeats declined to abide
And yet patiently they drive.
Sshh, It’s the season of pure love,
Her lashes falling down
Oh This Beauty, not pretentious or lied
Her cheekbones, blushing red
Just like the color of wine they have.
This Sparkles in his eyes and
Ohh This moment is
Perfect in world of chaos and cries
A cry of love they made tonight.