All seems still and quiet within...
a pensive state of collaboration...

It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of God's design...

You are beautiful
I watched you as you walk on by...

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight...

What ever you call it luck,destiny or fortune.
But meeting you was sure one of three...

Oh God! It is you who made me born
I am one of your beings Indeed...

I am wounded bird,
Who's wound can never be cured...

There is no definition of love
Some people say it is like a dove...