WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, FLORA OF ROAMANCE

BUDS
Green leaves grow on your body stems,
Two deep blue eyes glow like gold gems,
Soft rose petals are fresh on the your face,
Outsourcing, nurturing the human race
Lyrics are star clusters of pure love delight,
Your fruit garden is my heavenly heart;
It slowly opens its buds in a shy of love,
Pure nectar flows down from the above 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI