Zk | dearest we, i cordially invite me to become noone but yourselves r s v p

supposing i dreamed this) only imagine,when day has thrilled you are a house around which i am a wind-

your walls will not reckon how strangely my life is curved since the best he can do is to peer through windows,unobserved

-listen,for(out of all things)dream is noone's fool; if this wind who i am prowls carefully around this house of you

love being such,or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark

if light should flower: or laughing sparkle from the shut house(around and around which a poor wind will roa