Voice, I heard his voice,
No, not from a distance, very near.
It could be my dream,
I didn’t open my eyes to look clear.
He rubbed his hand on my shoulder,
I flicked it away.
Thought it might be my friends,
Who tease me this way.
Left with no options,
He lifted me in his arms.
Then, I believed his presence,
As usual I was smitten by his charms.
In this garden, I waited for him,
Through June, July and August.
He kept his promise,
And returned for us.
I asked him, for my longings, my love,
Give me something true.
He got down on his knees, took the ring,
Proposed and said, 'I Love You'.