WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

One day, love's gentle touch will greet you first,
As soft as dew that clings to waking grass.
Sunlight, warm upon your blushing face, will burst,
While whispers, cool as rain, on breezes pass.

With mountain bloom's untamed nobility,
She'll stand, a vision sculpted by the breeze.
No artist's hand could capture perfectly
The grace that flows with such unstudied ease.

Her arms, outstretched in silent, sweet embrace,
Invite a warmth no sculptor's chisel knew.
A thousand moods, reflected in her face,
Like skies that shift in hues of endless blue.