From June to May

I have never said I love you

To me you are always new

l feel that l love you the best

Really you are not my guest.

I have never given you a rose

In literature you are the best prose

You are the best rose in my garden

You are the fairy queen in my heaven. 

l have never touched your heart

But look, you are not far apart

You won’t live without me a day

The moon says- from June to May.

I have never sent you costly gift

True love never demands any lift

I love you without the traditional world

Speaking truly, my love isn’t so called.

I have never dreamt a dream

Where is absent your cream

we walk along the path of love 

ln my sky, you are my love dove.