When the wind of love blows the waves in the sea lower their head for it to pass lest it may get delayed to reach her waiting lonesome among the flowers
When the wind of love blows, in its rugged terrain a narrow pass the mountain creates, for it to move to wipe the tears of the lonesome who sits day-long among the flowers
When the wind of love blows, the sun pulls the curtain of clouds for the breeze to remain cool for the delicate face of the one who waits so long among the flowers
When the wind of love blows, the forests with all eagerness wish to ornate it with leaves and petals to give shade and fragrance to the young one who waits wistfully among the flowers
When the wind of love blows, the eagle wishes to offer its wings the extra weight of hugs and kisses to carry to the one who waits among the flowers...