the pace of her walk, the fold on her dress is what will testify and say that the taste of love glued to her
the grass in her hair, and the two eyes of her, also tell about her, that she comes out of love
a bash of shame, the sparkle in her smile, they will turn her in and reveal her secret - that she comes out of love
how beautiful is she, a light rests on her face and it shows that she comes out of love
a scent of a flowing field, and from her lips comes a taste, a taste of love that she wants to taste once more