My sweet fate

The roses by your gate

Revealed my sweet fate:

That I would love you in summertime,

That my poetry would always rhyme,

That a dream of petals falling from above

Would drench us both with sunshine's golden love;

That we would fall into deep grassy meadows

Full of daisies,lie on our backs.Swallows

Darting across the sky would see

Our shapes intertwined with bright buttercups.

Who knows when love will erupt

And carry us on its flowing waters

To places unreachable in summer saunters?

Into the eye of love itself.