To become as the wind or breeze
A smell of sweetness now begins the Spring
May a wish that may not, or never be
Love, Mine Heart, believed
As the shadows, Winter on
Till Springtime warmth and sparrow song
A breeze to feel where all belong
Freedom loved when our days grow long
Waves of amber, golden hair
With lips that seem to kiss the air
Blue her eyes none shall compare
The wind, the breeze they share
Onto her belongs a silent dream
Becomes the wind and gentle breeze
Then to touch her lips, her smell so sweet
In this, Mine Heart, believes
(12/19/2022)
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