Were that I was the wind and sun
Softly the dancing zephyr ruffles her fur so white
The sun caresses her with its golden light
Would that my hand was the sunlight
Gently, softly touching her fur so pure and white
Tracing the outline of her gentle curves
Warming her with my touch so that she purrs
Or that I was the whispering wind
Soft murmurs of my love in her ear I would send
Across her sweet lips I would brush
But her love I can never rush
I can only let her know how much I care
And for her I will always be there
Silently watching over her as from a tree
Hoping that someday she will accept me
