Till I Met You In An Evening Lake! Poem by KAVIN CHARALAN

I never opened a book of poem
I never watched a flower opening its petal
I never cared to enjoy the cool breeze from my window
till I met you in an evening lake!
Now day & night open like book of poetry with lovely evening
Now each flower that opens reminds me your blue eyes and lovely smile
Now all the breeze blows through my heart
and transforms my heart into romantic flute!
Dear what chemical research you did for doing this alchemy to me?