The meadows of Love

Looking at thee, the first thought that struck my mind is nature. The mother nature, so beautiful, thy lush, serene nature, so beautiful. Thy love is like the soil which nurtures seed and raises crops, I want to sow seeds of love which will yield crop of affection. Even if harsh thunder comes to rain down on thy soil of love, It doth nothing more than making this soil fertile till perfection. Thy scent reminds me of the garden full of sweet smelling roses, Filling me with happiness even if I am in the deepest ocean of sadness. Thy lips art the honeycomb which produces sweet words like the sweetest honey And when thy words reach mine ears, they bear nightingale's voice's sweetness. The touch of thine is like a flutter of butterfly's wings on my skin, Thy petal like delicacy makes me want to protect thee in mine embrace. Thy heart, soft like snow dust, hath made me fall in love like the loyal swans, Now, Mine moonlight is thine embrace and mine sunshine is thy face. Tell me, mine sweetheart's nature, Art thou the daughter of mother nature? As thy heart's meadow is full of flowers and grass of love, so graceful.