In all consonants

A gentle caress on your right cheek

I love the smile you emanate; its unique

Grabbing my flute, I blow in, while my fingers follow

There you sway to the waves, on my laps below

The bright day star, the funny forms of glooms 

I could stay there eternally, as the day blooms 

When evening ends, we shall welcome the stars 

Catch hold of me, the moon is envious with scars

By the bonfire the jealous flames burn brighter 

Wrapped in a wool cloth, we feel even warmer

There are no trumpeters to play the rants 

Romance, we feel the thrills, in all consonants