I walk the park you cherish 
your sweet perfume 
overwhelms
the grass sings elegies of swans
torn with hatchets of affirmations
and broken clay

I spread my cloth windwards
along lines of your dreams
where the wind whispers
and light cuddles
 
from pressing butterfly on grass
drawn by your loveliness 
I will touch your wings 
and walk tpaths, clouds you fly 

In trance of your touch and words
keeping you close to hands,
close to heart
somehow this is love