Literature
With the morning and the scent of jasmine
In the evenings my sugar is the sweetness of your Smile.
With a cup of tea
You always have seeds in your hand for the birds
Your hands are always gracious
A bird sits on your hands
And the seed wants for her chick
Oh, without you, never, never
And I see you, your warm hand holds my hand
And I'm laughing
So you're with me, how lucky I am!
You're next to me!
No matter how busy I am,
I'm not tired
Because you're with me
It is night we are going home
Moon smiles
And you hold my hand
In an air that is neither cold nor hot
And full of the scent of flowers, at night
We talk and laugh
Our words are beautiful
Sometimes I run and you
You would stan