I. 'Ere She Trembled

Dear Andrea, thy gracious encouragement meaneth more than I can readily say. To me, it is somewhat as though an eagle should pause mid-heaven to applaud the tiny flight of a hummingbird—such praise humbles me more than it emboldens me. I thank thee, truly. ❤️ ✨"And perchance, when greatness stoopeth to behold the little wing that trembles into flight, the lesser heart groweth somewhat more bold, and dares the sun though born to sip its light; for praise, when given by a generous sky, may teach small wings to dream they too can fly."✨

Ah, Lady Lin, thy word is but my command—and what poet, having been thus sweetly commanded, would dare resist? 😉 Thy suggestion hath set my secret wind-lover upon a most delightful errand, and I am even now coaxing those eight unruly lines into yielding themselves to the task. I shall let the rogue wander a little farther than before, though whether he can be trusted with such liberty, I shall not yet swear. 🌹 When the deed is done, and the final line hath surrendered, I shall post the completed enchantment in due course—and, having done so, shall return to thee with the news of what mischief thy suggestion hath wrought. ✨ For, after all, ’twas thy command that gave the wind leave to wander farther—and if, upon its return, it hath learned a little more mischief than it knew before, Lady Lin, I shall know precisely whom to blame. 😉🌹

Mohit, dare I suggest you had the 8 further lines you need to make the wind her secret lover? Ten syllables per line in Sonnet form so you’ve laid the foundation. I am quite impressed. A double Sonnet it would be to enchant any romantic 💘

Ah! Lady Lin, thou hast set certain thoughts astir and spiralling within me; 🤔 thy gracious reading hath opened yet another chamber in the poem, where the unseen wind might dare a little further intimacy with its beloved. I could not quite resist giving that breath its six lines: ✍️ "After the Wind" And where her silken tresses veil'd her throat, I stole the warmth no mortal hand might claim; along her waiting skin my whispers float, then trembled through the hollows like a flame; I drank her breath, and, drunk with such delight, withdrew—but left her dreaming through the night. Perhaps thy reading did not merely discern the wind, Lady Lin—it taught it where next to wander. 🌹