Sep 2012
In the cinnamon garden, hand in hand we strolled,
when dusk painted our hearts with crimson deep;
with a doting look, you brought my flame alive,
*magic light, aromatic breeze, your eyes, aha! bliss
when dusk painted our hearts with crimson deep;
with a doting look, you brought my flame alive,
*magic light, aromatic breeze, your eyes, aha! bliss
Cinnamon, cardamom, nutmeg, cloves, pepper, ginger..we grow all those spices in our gardens,
the aromatic breeze in theses gardens create such magic in seasons of love..
the aromatic breeze in theses gardens create such magic in seasons of love..
