Beige suede boots seem to be warm.
An aqua-blue hemp shirt am I wearing.
Breathe the breeze coming into the kitchen from the window at noon.
I'm ready to welcome summer, cutting cucumbers.
Sparkling transparent pearls
Surpassing black curls
Rolled down unto his feet
To touch his feet
As I catch sight of him
My thoughts soaring heights
Reach the inner depths of my heart
Heights or depths