by Monica Rey Italy, Switzerland

Love is infinity, 

Love is like a budding rose, continuously bourgeoning

Need to nurture, watering daily and pruning 

The sun spread the perfume in the haven , clear the dark clouds 

Thunder and lightening disappear, only the smooth rain drops 

The leaves and flowers aroma move in the clouds to the sunlight 

The loving parfumerie in the haven 

journey of love

it’s like l’ete indien by Joe Dassin