Affair

The silver sky was,

Slowly turning blue;

And the birds with merry,

Up there, carelessly flew.

 

I could feel around,

A heaven up above.

The breeze silently sighed,

You are falling in love.

 

The river swam, like,

Into her sweet sixteen,

Kissing the trees around,

Dyeing them luscious green.

 

The flower beds smiled,

And the buds began to blossom.

The creation, with a shy wink,

Painted a colour of autumn.

 

Soon on my shoulders, perched,

A fluttering coquettish dove,

That soothingly whispered to me,

Ah! Nobleman, you are falling in love.