Like the fresh breeze,
that courts the stream,
Like the dews on leaves,
that dance on their toes,
Like the moon that gently looks,
into the heart of the river,
Like the blades of grass,
that sigh at the sun's power,
Like the fragrant flowers,
that tell tales of lovers,
How I wish to be-
one or the other...
To be your breath,
To be the stream of love
that runs endless...
To be the dew
that caresses,
To watch my own heart
in your eyes,
To be the rare flower
held by your fingers,
To sigh away...
my entire life
for a little more of you!