In the wind and the shade,
and the light,
with the power of the morning,
and the sunshine upon the glass of the house nearby,
so, dances a curious beauty,
lofty and flickering and bright,
and with nature’s plane and sunshine,
streams of colours,
dance in the naked eye alight,
and as I, a gentle observer, do sit and watch her,
upon her face she beams, and she whirls around in white,
she beams,
and whirls around with a million sparkles in her eyes,
and I wander in her sweet movement,
and I bathe in her presence,
and I while away the time so happily,
and contentedly as she passes by,
and I wait for her kisses,
and I wait to taste the pleasure from her sweet lips,
for her kisses,
are the equivalent of a whisper of a thousand poetic lines.