Then this was it

That you wanted me to see

In the sun or rain

Your favourite spot

In the mango grove

You called yours

All these years on;

How delightfully lonely it is

Here for you

To experience your presence,

To listen to music,

Your heart creates

And to fill it with words,

Only you know how.

I am glad you brought me here,

You and your beautiful face

Eyes and lips

And these surroundings,

Enchanted

Already I am writing a song,

Expressing my love to you;

The aroma of ripe mangoes

Fills the air

And I hear afar

A flute strike its magical notes,

That complement my song

By infusing a rhythm

You and I, in love, feel.