Thus Blows a Wind

My heart beats stronger when I see you,

You walk as my soul flutters,

Under your gaze I melt,

Like is the spring snow under a warm sun.

I,

 the bear,

Traveling 100 miles for naught,

What makes the bird sing,

Playfully like an April breeze,

Living freely,

Fluttering about in the Great Blue Sky.

Not standing the Dead of winter,

What happens in love,

Ends in death,

Despair,

Silence.

We are but bees,

In a captive hive,