Am I gladdened to walk with you!
And musingly treasure every morning dew.
See!The day is barren of baking heat.
And we know too well its verily sweet.
As the moon tears itself away from the sky.
Daintily the lone sun rises to stand high.
Lo,gentle rays issue from the ablazed sun.
And we spy "It has a great sense of occasion!".
The day comes across as a Garden of Eden.
With lively shades of romance setting in.
Dear,you have been ever an angel to me.
Ah! Likewise you too picture me.
While journing we gather lasting memories.
That we shall recollect in the remainder of our lives.