When you are in my arms*

When you are in my arms
It seems so beautiful
That I find flowers blooming
By the river Seine perhaps,
It might be a wonderous day
The breeze might surely be flowing
And when we would stand there
At the street, in early hours,
We would be having the feeling
Of being into a heavenly lair,

When you are in my arms,
Any day will be a day of spring
Or it will be a day to cherish
All the more for us to sing.

(*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached done by Anwesha Chowdhury Mitra. )