I let myself loose

Clytemnestra Aa (c)



to the wind 
To blow within my soul 
Awaken my senses
With phenomenal love
Biding there
At your door ...take me 
Where you are standing
by an oak tree
I covet for approaching you 
Yet too cautiously
Too scared to reveal myself
Your frowning face and 
pondering looks frighten
My little heart
Still your eyes confiscate
My feelings ..my sighs
Benign they are 
Exceptionally benevolent 
Like morning zephyr