You are a humble gust of wind, your kiss dances on my chin, a tango, certain of a flow- step one two, I love you. What else is there to say- for last night, my mind had gone astray and I abused your gentle gust, I disturbed your peace in us. I do not regret my mistake, though you did not deserve the tongue I gave. I know you forgave and would never stop loving me. Within our book, a coffee stain- I am sorry for the mess I made.