Passion of love

When spring broke,

She became very slim,

Tender, tempting her

to wander in the woods

like a blossoming vine buds...

Seeking him in small hunts and tents

In the green valleys and hills

The God of love increased her nightmare,

Distressing her with rambling thoughts,

And her friend with blue eyes

And red lips

Sang to heighten the mood;

a song of  passion and love.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI