A beautiful maiden sits her heart yearning like a lonesome dove lost in a sea of twinkling stars Her thoughts as pure as the morning dew on a rose petal echo the sweet melodies of a love-struck nightingale In the quiet solitude she drifts into dreams of a love so deep woven with threads of longing and tenderness A love as timeless as the dance of the moon and the sun entwined in an eternal embrace Oh how her soul whispers for the touch of a love that blooms like a rose in the garden of her heart