In the Boboli Gardens

And all existence is qualified

By your smile,

Or a dubious look in your eyes.

All existence becomes distinct,

crystalline, and substantial

by the grace

that flows from a movement

of your hand that confers forgiveness

for words spoken without reflection.

All existence is turning here, now

about a fragrant moment. Oh,

You must know that only you

bring me health and

A cooling breeze from heaven.