If I could walk through thousand of oriental gardens, I would always look only for your face.
It appears in every flower, and its beauty secretly hides such splendid grace.
How could I make a mistake and don't recognize your lovely smile and voice?
 My soul resonates in your presence and you would always be my choice.
Our nights smell like a mixture of musk and holy basil,
and that aroma spreads through the air where isn't place for insidious evil.
In those holy nights our souls merge like Logos with Eros and pleasingly melt into ONE
while I'm taking a bath in the moonlight lake, your brightly day has already begun.
Hurry up my dear, fly with the wind in that warm, stormy night.
My heart is longing for your presence, just put your arms around me and hug me tight.

M.A