Sweet Ga

Pangga

The silent breaths of summer breeze
That float beside an unmarked hour
Nudge softly by and doth require
Sweet thoughts of thee they but inspire;

Each touch of aether that flows by
Builds up the litany of sighs
Of seconds spent shorn of thee nigh;
Each counted since we said goodbye.

I long to take thee by the palm
And cherish the respite and calm
Brought by thy touch so soft and warm
That doth my poor heart joy inform.

I long to take thee by the cheek
And find what holy palmers seek
In dreamy eyes that make men weak
And leave me with no words to speak...

I long to take thee in my arms
Where I can shelter thee from harm
And keep thee near me, safe and warm,
Through any dire straights or storm.

My ga, to thee, I must confess
I suffer from prolong'd distress
The only cure is this, no less,
The promise of thy sweet caress.