She is sweet... a flowery sheathe
clings to her skin
bathed by the summer’s heat
May I come closer?
I've engrossed her from afar
admiring a boudoir
That chambers her dreams,
so serene how she must sleep
lightly... as I sing

May I be the Breeze
that graciously brings coolness to her form
Thru the coverlets that adorn her satin laced gowns
when the Sun goes down?

She is Free... a pageantry in motion
complete w/youthfulness and symmetry
May I come closer?
Guess I'm head over heels in love... again
But I'm so obsolete and hardly unique
as I fall to my knees in the presence of her mystery

May I be the Breeze
that refreshingly brings sootheness to her form
To graze upon her lips, then in-turn her skin so brown
when the Sun goes down?

If only I might take the place
of your Northerly wind
for just one night
To feel the face that's garnered my sights
and sent my emotions
racing 'neath your moonlight
I know that I would be so obliged
if she opened her eyes...
then smiled