A small verse

Roses are not that the shrub wants ,
Glamour is what the rose wants ,
Fragrance is what the bee seeks
Elegance is what the lady seeks .

Little dew drops sticking to you face ,
A spark in your eyes magnifies my joys .

It is all your happiness that I want.

Ecstasy is not a joy forever
Fantasy is a mystery forever
Absence justifies presence
And so you know all that I want .