Love like white dove,
perched on the apex of grape tree in winter...

Atmosphere as my witness,
I will always hold her tight...

Life is a drawn picture,
awaiting for you to paint...

The eye draws on the white ceiling a little black...
The ceiling takes up the eye's illusion and turns...

Love falls from heaven.
Falls for the sake of falling...

Love calls me by every name except mine.
Love even calls me sometimes by your name...

Her smile,
is another word to define joy in my heart...

Glorious n gracious soul,
queen of every loving heart...

The glorious and gracious soul
Queen of every loving heart...

Day by day I grow
but tears ceases not to flow...

Am not being dogged
want to act doughtly...

Let the river flow
only clean water is good for drinking...