I Love The Breeze! Poem by Milova Matthias

Oh! How I love the breeze.
It is my swiftness.
Day and night, though I appear freeze.
Even so, the spontaneous overflow of loneliness.

When God at first created earth.
Came along also, much with a hearth.
Wherefore my being lonely is Much Ado.
About Nothing, the breeze beheld my kiddo.

Even I prickle, none to attend my soul.
I being a fool again- yes lonely.
Then came the happiest moment-icy my sole.
My heart leaps up-so it is every moment only.

So it is when my life began, So be it. I shall grow old.
The child is the lover of womanhood not odd.