Another chance?

Beautiful,
Is a solemn bird,
Singing for Father Sky.

Only it's voice can be heard,
Nor reply,
No intrusion.

Beautiful,
Is Father Sky at peace,
And Mother Earth breathing deeply.

It is inhaling,
The scent of fresh earth,
Recently washed.

It is feeling
The gentle,
caressing wind.

Beauty,
Is your hair,
Glistening in the suns warm rays.

Beauty,
Is your soft skin,
Sweet as caramel.

It is your scent,
Of fields and lavender,
Of calm and tranquil.

Oh, how I miss the sight of you.
How I miss your sweet scent.
Will you give me another chance?

I have failed once before,
And I have no excuse,
I only ask one more try at your love.

Peace,
Paz,
Will you give me another chance?