My Love doth glide,
The air it rides
This Sunday afternoon.

The gentle rain
On window pane,
This day in our Love's June.

It's whispered tap,
Lured me to nap,
Mid reclining poem read.

So through dreamed air,
It traveled there,
To you, it felt your need.

Though message hushed,
Did thou feel my brush
Just a moment ago?

Dream't gentle hand,
The stance spanned,
Just wanted you to know.

That was I,
My Love doth fly
To touch upon your hair.

Tht lightness felt,
From Loves wish dealt,
Reminding you I care.