I don't quite yet know who you are,
nor do I know if you actually exist...

Our eyes have yet to meet, so the sun has yet to...
I've yet to hear your voice, and the birds refuse...

I don't quite know exactly who you are,
And yet I see you daily passing by...

You are nothing more than a fleeting vision.
Your visage is a mere reflection...

I
Like a tree, I surround myself...

Tiny flowers sewn like a coronal,
Rest in the wet bramble of Lavender...

I
Like a tree, I surround myself...

Tonight,
I almost went into your room...

Your chestnut hair tied tightly in a braid,
And flawless strides that follow from behind...

I usually only see you walking by
The sidewalks carry ev'ry gliding step...