I gaze where gentle breezes blow,
Transformed by love’s sweet,tender glow.
The mango’s crimson heart unfolds,
A vermilion dream my heart beholds.
Since first our eyes met, soft and true,
A sacred silence grew between us two.
No words were needed, none were said
Our souls spoke in whispers instead.
In quiet moments, hand in hand,
We’ve walked together through this land.
That golden fruit, so warm and bright,
Reminds me of our love’s first light.
The wind still carries what we knew
That silent language, me and you.
Forever held in memory’s keep,
This tender love, forever deep.