The air is fresh as a morning dew
The birds are singing
The clouds are perfect white
And she is coming in all blue

We are going toward a distance park
She is sad, full of stories of hardship
Full of responsibilities
But she is so beautiful

Are arrive at the park
I talk about my magnolias
Left and right
And how I think I neglected left

We talk and talk
I ask her for perfect triangle
She responds without hesitation
I discover the perfect pattern

The lines and circles are awaiting my touch
It is only us and trees surrounding us
The ray of lights coming through leafs
And birds singing in the distance

She comes forward
I can taste the warmth and honey
We are merging in each other
I do not want to stop

She is now moving upward
Toward the blue sky
Calling my name softly
Breathing faster and faster

Reaching for my pleasure spot
I am now flying towards her
Want to merge with my shiva
Suddenly we come to a stop

She says let’s pause or stop
Let’s go for a walk
We walk in the beautiful garden
Full of trees and bushes

I started to discover the curves
They are so perfect
With a line dividing them
I tell her about my dream

She smiles and say why not
I talk about that one day
I might ask for a dance
She nodes in agreement

I talk about my elaborate plan
How to do a and b and c
She looks at me and say
Just text me and I will come

I feel she will say yes now
but i do not ask
My option B is near by
In excitement I miss restaurant twice
But i do not ask – I want her to want

We talk and talk
We talk about future
Path full of color
And infinite happinesses

I am so happy
She is mine
She is mine
And I love her so much

She says five, four thirty and four
I am in rush to be there on time
She walks like an angel
With such a beautiful smile

Yellow, orange and black
Covered the beautiful
Creamy color of softness
She seems too far from me

So absorbed in the beauty of the eyes
Covered by the round frame
And counting the leafs on the ring
Missed a big red signed

But now I now it is size six and half
Drove and drove
The usual path to the trees high
Parked in front of same broken tree

Slowly moved toward the heat
The softness of the path to apex
Is like the calm lake with no wave
But once it has been reached it is incredible

Talked about 15, 30 and 60 degree
And agreed that the optimum is 60
We are talking and talking
The sun is moving downward

I move behind the tight curtain
Now I realized the cause of my
Sensational memory relapse last time
But this time I can touch the source

I recall a beautiful table cover
With small white circular pattern
I used to touch the smoothness of the table
By moving my finger in circular motion

I can go lower and reach the source of heat
Curtain upon curtain
I can imagine the red color
I can sense her pleasure

We have stopped talking
Just me and her and the sun
And she is moving toward sky
I can sense that she wants to fly

I am constrained by the maximum
Of the elasticity of fabric
But have reached the circle of desire
Like shiva she is dancing

After few minutes
Hard breading
She calms down
The the gate to heaven is closed