Is it what I said,
When the wind blew high,
That was so gently made,
To touch, as if a tie?
I meant it, as I said,
What I really felt for you.
It am true, I HAD,
My fair love to you.
To write on love, I mean,
On words, to be said aloud,
The feeling, I had it, then,
I only' could have, put on sound.
Believe it, when you read it, ALL,
My heart is beating, highly inside.
Just look at me, I am so tall,
That inside, the feeling I can hide.
And now, I say in clear, my dear,
How much love I put, in every line.
You know my words, they are so fair,
That make me feel , with every rhyme.