The Flower and the Wind

I would have wiped your tears away, my sweet,
And locked them within the vault of despair
To never see the light of day, again.
I would have held you close and wait to see
The precious smile that lights your very eyes.
A sweet lily, you brighten every field
And I lament you were not in my vase.
So now, I sit in my despair and rue,
Knowing my sweet lily wept in the cold.
I curse those bold and icy, bitter winds
That dare to strike those cheeks that I delight
Because I, myself, was not those very winds.
Were I the wind, I would caress your hair
With the warm breeze of kisses and revel
In the velvet softness of your skin.
I, the wind, long for the pale, moonlit nights
When the lunar rays bask in the glory,
The beauty of a lover so divine,
So magnificent, I dare say that God
Designed your heart and soul in sync with mine.
When you're alone, I too feel loneliness,
I too wither away in the shadows,
Forever falling in the deep abyss
Waiting to feel its hands tear me apart.
I long, I long to visit the garden
Where my sweet flower rests and waits for me
To gaze forever at her sweet petals
And never leave her in the cold, again.