When
my lugubrious face
gets her demulcent kiss,
heart
pumps out part
of sadness
And
the zephyr throws
it to oblivion.
Tears
trickle from eyes,
lips murmur,
'Can't you
be my perennial partner?'
Wiping my tears
with her veil,
She smiles
And coos,
'I am all yours,
whenever
you need me
to the utmost,
just close your eyes
And
taking permission
from my world,
I will come
to your living world;
ruffling your hair,
I will sit beside you
And respond
to your need.'