Love Grows…

Love I am holding to my dreams,
I do not want to let them die.
My dreams soar in the sky,
Like those two white doves fly.
Beautiful dreams with a strong hope,
All the strength to hold on to the rope.
My life was a barren field full of snow,
But now I see so many flowers in a row.
Like those colors of the rainbow,
Will shine one day as the love grows…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag