I'm in love with you,
     and that's why this breeze
     blows for me.
     It's why the trees
     shake their leaves,
     why the sun peeks
     around the horizon,
     and why the moon rises
     and let's fall her silver
     light on me.
I'm in love with you,
     and it's why the river
     flows through this -
     as blood through
     lover's veins,
     as sweat on binded lips,
     as rain on buried roots
     (the fruit of which
     grows strong and sweet).
   I'm in love with you,
  and if again we ever meet,
 I will leave for you a gift,
though none as great as these.