Afresh the Zephyr blows my love
To my lawn of imperishable hope,
To kiss your nectarine hands
With my dry, dreary and parched lips.

Again it returns to warm
My icy frozen crispy heart like
The Chinook devouring the frost,
Of frigid , frosty and freezing Alps.

It coerces the path of Adam's ale
Of twisting and turning ebbs of trust,
With rolling and pitching pebbles of care
Reaches the torrid and barren life
Blooming the orchids of roses and tulips.

To cast the mist of pouring rain
Raining the drops of affection and love
Binding the breeze of ceaseless emotion
Februate the soul with elixir of love .