How can a man be faulted,
For caring so much about a woman
He longed to be the gentle breeze
That kissed and caressed her cheek
What is it that makes the man
Yearn to be the sunlight
glowing upon her beautiful face,
the shadow that followed in her every move.
Why is a man filled by desire
So as to drive him near insane
When it is the breeze, the sun and the shadow
Envies the man, for he gets to hold her love.