Blush

Blue, violet, pink and white

Blooms fill the meadows far and wide

Accompanied by the stretch of green 

Spread under the vast space beneath

The music of the stream

The rhythm of the zephyr

The fluttering aves 

In colorful attire...

The chuckling of leaves 

Made by the grazing cattle

Not far can be heard 

Kids'laughter rattle,

But beyond everything shines 

The radiance of a maiden's blush:

Fresh as a dove 

Lush as Love

Induced by the magical touch

Of one's beaux ...

That look of Cupid 

Which chains the crimson flow

The reminiscences of 

His sweet nothings

Makes her skip a beat

And her senses munching.

The thrill of her soul

And the bliss of her mind 

Makes the twilight 

One of heaven's kind!