My Sylph

I ask forgiveness 

when 

I become the Zephyr 

to ruffle your hair. 

I ask forgiveness 

when 

I become the rain 

to wet your body. 

I ask forgiveness 

when 

I become the flower 

to drape myself 

on your shoulder. 

Yes, Oh! My sylph, 

I love you to the moon and back, 

I love you to the moon and back.