A sudden breeze whooshes by.

It could not hurt a fly.

A raindrop falls out of the sky.

I can see the glimmer in your eye.

It is not easy to find a love of your own,

But you can come to my home.

I reach into the sky.

Love goes flying high

Like a winged horse,

White, of course!

I sit in the bower

As I would on a bough.

I look at the bees

Zipping by me.

But, most of all I find

The one I love is kind!