I was thinking of a place where we both could reside,
Was it a cottage? Was it on a beach or on a hillside?
Caz girl you are the one who made me sing.
You will be the one who wears me a ring!
I thought, I give you something shiny and new,
I tried to find something worthy of you.
Just then I realized and then decided,
There are some things that money can’t buy!
I sing you this song on a grayish night;
I could even the taste the Lilly blooming by my side.
Wit the Lilly in my palm, I think of you in calm;
With the touch of the breeze, for my rose I send a tender KISS…!
Arun Achudh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gift-32/
