Love is like the wind.
Soft and tender,
warm and light.
It whispers in my ear
words i can not hear,
But yet i am able to understand.
It blows my hair,
swiftly round and round
making it dance.
It captures my heart, making everything beautiful.
With the wind at my side,
and love in my heart.
I am able to see,
able to see in a new light.
Love and wind has recreated me
in separate ways,
but yet seem to be,
the same.
How can two separate things
be one ?
But yet change me
in different ways you ask
Well,
Lets just leave that for
the wind and love to tell.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Love is like the wind.
Soft and tender,
warm and light.
It whispers in my ear
words i can not hear,
But yet i am able to understand.
It blows my hair,
swiftly round and round
making it dance.
It captures my heart, making everything beautiful.
With the wind at my side,
and love in my heart.
I am able to see,
able to see in a new light.
Love and wind has recreated me
in separate ways,
but yet seem to be,
the same.
How can two separate things
be one ?
But yet change me
in different ways you ask
Well,
Lets just leave that for
the wind and love to tell.
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