“What is happening to me ? Its a all strange feeling . The 7 colours of the rainbow captured in the thin screen of my eye , As like the gods have decended from the heavens to crown me victorious , The breeze blowing at the top of its speed , my grieved heart have become a dewelling medow , All the wonders shrunk to the measure of my heart , I feel light as a feather and as happy as a free bird . What is happening to me , am I out of my mind ? I think this is the feeling they call love ...”
