On the Wing

The following poem I wrote this year and posted in another blog, Veleidades, where I also gave a literal "translation" of it into Portuguese, without any concern for the formal elements, just to give an idea of what it is about for those readers whose English is not fluent.
I don't consider the renderings into a language whatever of something an author wrote himself in some other language whatever translations. I take them for originals in their own right. That was exactly the case, as I wrote then.

Now, the poem:

I don’t know what you think,
I don’t know what you want
I don’t know what you need,
I don’t know what to say

I sometimes think you think
I am not what you want
I am not what you need
Which you don’t want to say

If you do, you may lose
Altogether with me
This man, whom you could choose
To make happy and free

Well, while sipping your drink
You were charming, blithe, pure
There’s much fun, don’t you think?
In all that, to be sure

There's a fact in my eye
Unbelievably true
I can’t easily lie
Let alone lie to you

So, next time when I stay
Anywhere you don’t see
Will you call just to say
You’ve been thinking of me?

I am home, here comes spring
In the sky, what a blue
Look! May heart’s on the wing
All the way to meet you