Seeing those tulips in a garden and remembering a silly jingle
Tulips burn in the new spring bright gardens
when the nature’s strong life is a show.
Two lips grow older almost without
any turgor and young juicy hopes
Two lips I need to kiss, to taste … touch.
Only your lips I wish to be me
to be us, and your heart to be alive
to feel deep in my being true sense
March, 7th 2016