Oh, how I envy summer breeze’s sway!
At will, he gently plays upon your hair.
The morning timid ray begins the day
With you more often than I'd even dare.
Oh, how I wish to be a silly cheerful tune
You hum, and so your lovely lips to touch.
Or fading light of ever-sleepless Moon
That daily bids Goodnight to you as such.
Oh, how I long to fall down from the sky like rain
To kiss your cheeks and there to linger shortly.
Tho I’m aware this dream is nothing more but vain,
It stands against reality so faintly.
And yet, the luck would have it, as I close my eyes
Sweet memories of you before my vision rise.
35. Oh, how I envy summer breeze s sway
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