Was that spring – the time of colored flower?
Then why did the clouds let the light prosy?
As your face being buried in cower,
your slithering hair was never dozy.
In a savanna you may call I was.
Watching over it, waiting The Behind,
like a lion hidden in the bush, twas
your face, all was your face, merely in mind!
And forever I had been expecting.
Till, I was swallowed for whole in weary.
But I would never give up. Kept waiting…
Then, Ah! With your very eyes you saw me!?
It seemed the light was getting brighter, now.
Good Lord! You were smiling! So, let endow!
“I guess there is more Bellflower in the field”