گل اتش

The stars are watching long past the night The Moon, the Sun touching the heavens to come back, to relive the true testaments of monumental emotions when morning dew and tranquil lake, the only witnesses in the perfumed garden, until the nightingale breaks the silence. Its love song floating, melting on the soft night wind. Unfurling petals and flowering centers entice a nectar offering their fragrance lost upon the scented breeze then resurrects a certain glowing, carefree laughing spirit, Ethereal Love's eternal dance from the Kama Sutra shines when feelings of love flow as soft as Spring rain