I guess it was, sort of — dramatic Now, thinking about it It just resembles the beginning— Let me put it this way: If we hadn’t collide, —you and I— Our universes wouldn’t be complete.
I waited for the breeze to ******* the fragrance of your hair your curls were caught in the wind your strands strangled me of air I waited for the breeze to ******* the scent of your skin but the sweetest of oils from your pores were diamanté drops dried by the wind I waited for the breeze to bring me the fresh breath of your mouth The wind welcomed the smoke I chocked, crying like a cloud
If you asked me, to get to you which of the two would I cease? I would have enslaved the wind my love, and set free the breeze