Come, When It Gets Dark Poem by A. V. Asreg

Come, when it gets dark.
Come to me softly like a gentle breeze.
Let the wind carry my voice,
swiftly through the dark forest
to tell you to come, when the night falls.

For love is like the scent of a flower,
the gentle touch of a down from a pillow.
Because love is suffering or happiness,
a storm or a quiet and gentle breeze

O come, for my heart trembles now.
O come, like a warm breath of air.
Through the woods, your step is easy,
our first touch will be sweet and meek.

For love is like the dark murmur of water,
like the caress of a rising sun.
Because love is suffering or happiness,
a storm or a quiet and gentle breeze

O come, for my heart trembles now.
O come, like a warm breath of air.
Through the scented flowers, your step is gentle,
our first kiss will be sweet and meek.

Come, when it gets dark.
Come to me softly like a gentle breeze.
Come, when night falls.
My dearest...