Still in Love

The first blush of morning light brings joy

Glimmer of hope as past memories return

Give wings to my desires as I long to play

Have fun with different shades of colours.

Red, green and blue for a start, a nausea

Aroma as a boiling flame of the forest pots

In a feverish festivals mysterious climate

Make’s me aware of the face I confront.

In the melee soft hands 

Leave their mark; 

Impressive footprints,

...Can I ever forget?