I'd like so much
To be able to stare at your body
Tearing through, naked and shiny,
The pool's waters...
I'd like so much
To caress your mane
And dry this skin of yours
With my very parched lips!
For I envy every splash
That you've covered in silver.
I'm jealous of the sun
For each time that it has dazzled you.
For are Spring times
The waves that you make;
And I'm the thirsty tree
That remains in waiting by the water's edge.
I'd like so much
To caress your mane
And dry this skin of yours
With my very parched lips!