
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.