Maples and Gulmohars

Everytime the maples bloom 

there in spring,

I'm falling in love,

strange is this,

but when your guitar strings

whisper in this season 

around the corner

I get winds of your touch

and hear the melodies of your body.

Our love was locked under the Seine,

Don't tell me you didn't sing that

day and I was drunk,

remember how you held my hands,

and we kissed.

Back home, we watched how

the maples turned red,

and slept under the stars,

to name the shooting star.

You wished and I wished to make your wish come true.

And here when gulmohars bloom 

I'm falling in love, again.

Everything's changed

but I've been looking for you,

I can feel you dancing with me,

being in your arms.

Stay with me until I fall asleep,

nothing's going to hurt you,

as long as gulmohars 

Surround us,

Let us light a cigar and 

dance under the sky.

I will kiss you right

on your scars,

healing you forever,

bringing you back,

seasons don't matter

without you,

whether it's  maples or gulmohars.

so let me do it,

I'm the shooting star 

that you can feel and dance with.

And there i can see the 

road spread with fallen maples and gulmohars,

beckoning you to join them.

A.C