I longed to live In a blissful bond Of fire and fragrance In those tender terrains Where dreams were born And love was free- Those charms and cheers Of bloom and bliss Like Autumn flowers Were stolen by season: Seasons bereft of dreams... Dreams forgotten at dawn. I live to love The bond of bliss Between fire and fragrance... As stars snug scars And gains garnish pains In a romantic reality- I live to love This terrain of truth Bereft of fantastic fantasies Of flawless flowers And beautiful butterflies In unseen golden gardens.