When the new sun sparkles gold across the ripples of the sea, When the rising tide kisses the shore to gleam and shine, When the swan on a lake reflects grace and serenity in it, When the tender green leaves glisten with dew drops in morning, The echo of memories paints countless pictures in my mind and I think of you!!— % &
Under the shelter of a tree when the sunlight and shadow of leaves will dance on her face, that will be a good time for the Time to stand still, I suppose..