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 to 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'.