Ever welcome as a lover's caress
Is her sudden, comforting, greeting-touch;
Ariving unseen, unheard, she caught
Me unexpectant; however though she
Suprised me, her arrival was perfect:
Life is nothing without my love, the Wind.
What is stronger in the world than the Wind?
And yet, what is softer than her caress?
Her very essence is simply 'perfect'
Given meaning; from her simplest touch
To the secret whipsers with me that she
Shares. Truly, I am smitten, ever caught.
For truly, 'twas I she ensnared, she caught
Trying to unearth secrets of the Wind;
As I sought her, ever watchful was she.
I was greeted by her loving caress,
And bound to her by simple, gentle touch.
What I found, I could only call 'perfect'.
Only when met, did I define perfect:
All others were imitations. Time caught
Up and finally did our hands meet touch.
In the form of a woman took the Wind,
And her beauty unparalleled; she
Came to my arms...her hair did I caress.
Like mist, her hair was soft to caress:
I willed time stop on this moment perfect,
But alas, all too soon away did she
Fly; I stayed still - her pace could not be caught -
And was left to mourn the loss of the Wind,
To yearn to again feel her loving touch.
Blessed time was the return of her touch;
As if a dream, returned her kind caress.
Though unyielding grief when without the Wind,
Euphoric joy blossomed like a perfect
Spring floral bloom. Both of us did love catch:
"Never shall I leave you for long," said she.
Now returns her touch, I know her perfect
Form shall soon appear: we are both now caught
In love. Form of the Wind I doth caress.