My message

Reminds me of thee, sweet reverie, green body, bends,

It’s leaves are lungs, takes its breath at dawn, blessed my eyes

It seems your breast I gaze on, and this my messenger poem

Sends to you this morn: there’s someone in life, who thinks of

You constant, now messenger, in leaves soft tremble, return

Me an answer, does my love feel me, wind breathing on her chest?