THE MESSENGER OF LOVE

Under the shade of wintry clouds,

With the guide of florescent stars,
There flying the pigeon,
With a letter held on.

The chilling drops from the clouds,

Touched every amateur of words,
Ripening the love seeds,
Into many a beautiful rose.

The luminous rays from the stars,

Laid themselves on the sky beds,
Holding their tight hands,
Lightening the night street.

The mystical lady inside the Moon,

The signal light of thunderstorms,
Guarding the letter for hours,
Soothing the pigeon’s rest.

The moon’s bye cleared foggy way,

The sun’s aye welcomed the first may,
Landing pigeon handed my wife,
Awaiting the letter from my life.