The Source Of The Summer Breeze

A windmill turns within my chest
It rolls, revolving without rest
To solve its mystery, I speak
To bobbing birds and a babbling creek
They sing their melody in turn
Sweet notes of you to make me yearn
I offer them a smile askance
And think of how we met by chance
Beneath the willow's weeping arms
You fell, I caught you, and your charms
Transfixed my spirit when we felt
Each other's warmth; you made me melt
Your eyes looked deep within my heart
It's you who made the windmill start