LONGING

O gentle breeze, rustling through the trees,
Teasing the flowers and swaying the trees,
Losing yourself playfully in my hair,
As if to whisper, "catch me if you dare",
O naughty zephyr, where do you stay?
How many lands must lie in your way,
In one of these lands will my true love be,
Please carry a message to him from me,
My love and i are too far apart,
Bring some solace to my weeping heart,
Tell him that i pine for him so,
Of this seperation my heart can take no more,
Tell him that its him my eyes long to see,
And when you come back bring him home to me.

- LOUISA KAREN NEWNES