I love to watch your hair blow in the wind.
I wonder if I can ever stroke it again.
We would sit and watch the city lights, your smile a flashlight.
My spine would tingle at the touch of your love.
My speech would change more than the weather does.
Our conversations lasted until dusk.
Eyes closed with open hearts talking just to connect.
I love to watch your hair blow in the wind.
I get the blues when I image your face.
My beautiful paradise..come back to me you may.