Her.
A droplet of water in the morning,
Hanging from a cool leaf,
I hold my love,
Even for a moment brief.
My heart is a feather,
She is my wind,
our souls against the weather,
together they grind.
What more could I ask for?
She is all I need.
A shoulder to lean on,
merrier, sweeter than mead.
A gentle smile,
Hair of golden hay.
Myself: stray ship, an exile,
She is my homely bay.
My love is beautiful,
her voice is sweet,
a trapped gust, caged.
For whom does she tweet?
Pure and noble,
clear and fresh,
gaze: shore’s gleaming cobble,
Her soft and rosy flesh.
Kind orbs, her eyes,
Her heart is innocent.
Malice, never she tries,
Nor has she felt the darkness’ scent.
Caged bird, trapped breeze,
Fret not, do not weep.
The weathers change, the winds wheeze
Give me your tightest grip.
Together we walk, we dance,
together we sway,
to the cloud’s blackness,
‘till the storm gives way,
for the light blue’s redemption.
A brighter sky,
your life’s exemption.
Never again shall you cry.
My love,
my soul,
My only star.
Should I ever fail you, it shall leave a scar,
On me.
