A birthday gift to my girlfriend. (For those about to say cheapo, it was followed by roses, a photo frame, and a greeting card on which it was written.)
O'er gentle breeze and clear skies,
I wish for a chance upon the wind.
Tonight, for you, if not be here,
I'd let my thoughts dance upon the wind.
I'd but wait for the dreary day to end,
and for the night to glance upon the sill.
With hazy visions my beady eyes beholden,
I'd let my dreams dance upon the rill.
O'er dawning rays and sylvan dew,
the sylph and I shall continue
the chant of the sacred slumberous night,
the love of a pair pouring forth.
Darts of Cupid they complain bedimmed,
How much ardor a romance will contain?
Between drops of amoroso and claps of thunder,
I and you shall dance in the rain.
...and did she love it?