Where do you begin and where do you end?
Yes, you say, ‘with the wind, my friend;’
But who knows where the wind blows?
You show me you intimacy, sweet delicacy,
Magnificently interwoven so infinitely
Lovingly and just a little impudently,
And teasingly, too, for this is the you
I know and love from above, bitter dove;
But where ~ here or there ~ do you begin
And end, and why at height of ecstasy do
You send me away and hold me at bay?
Cruel like the wind that wraps but never
Holds; too bold, you leave me in the cold.
Oh where do you begin and where do you end?