. . . T h i s . . . B o u n d l e s s ocean of life And in roses imageries of you and me O’ sparks of your beauty I am yearning to see Face to face, if you raised those beautiful eyes, at me Heavenly niche of hearts would cause the shadows to flee My tongue soaked in bouquets of your melody, would set free Odes would fall from movement of sky, endorsing my plea Elegance of your smile, a garden of paradise and it’s key B l o o d of my heart, O’ red w i n e it would be Baring of your s a c r e d sight with g l e e M a r v e l of fresh blossoms, is it . . . You or me ? . . .