The wind woke me up...
For it was a windy morning....
Perhaps the wind will carry this message for you...
And it is also the wind who brought memories of you...
Poetry is carried by the wind...
My words are poetry...
So are your smile and your eyes...
I  even see them when sleeping...
So maybe the wind also blows in my dreams...
And that is a good thing...
For your eyes and smile make for sweet dreams...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...