Slow, serene, sailing breeze,
slipping away through my skin,
leaving a quivered body for me,
reaching into my nerves to feel.
On a dusky night, in a starry night,
I call you to me, come back to me.
I feel your touch in those windy tickles,
see your smile as the stars glitter.
Alone these beauties have no shine,
I want these with you,
I want you to be mine.
It is dawn now,
as the horizon appears so,
with dew on flower petals,
I sit here, wanting you,
with tear sheds on the rosy cheek,
the Venus is what I see,
so far from reality.
And that is how you are to me,
longing you to come to me.