A Gust of Wind, John Singer Sargent (1887)
A Gust of Wind, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
You stand against a cerulean sky.
Flying against you wishing I could stop.
Did you feel a kiss which I did apply?
An easy target standing on hilltop.
Is my solemn desire to have you stay.
To let me repeatedly come your way.
Next to make your summer hat go astray,
Your hair now free to touch it as I may.
Being with you is my greatest delight.
To whirl closely around you in my flight,
But will abstain for fear to cause you fright.
O to forev’r be with you is my plight.
For to ev’r stop I would fail to exist,
But would be happy for your lips I kissed.