All things Love!

You love me?

To hell with the shining moons and stars in the lap of dark

Your love will be little without those little acts

So bring me not just bouquet but basket of flowers

From the warmest ones cushioned

Under the rays of sun to the coldest ones found between the spine-chilling frozen desert. 

But it's all tough, if you'd go alone

so why not take me along?

To explore the sunny grasslands the windy mountains, 

The golden wave beaches

And a still desert 

Maybe we won't pic all flowers

Maybe we won't get them till here but we will unlock the box of memories, 

the mysteries of unknown to unveil the keys... 

You may love me! 

but are you ready to live with me with all My Wild?