Whispering winds
Upon my face, a gentle breeze, just whisped across my face.
It took me back, to you, my dear, and a magical, kind of place.
Back for me, to where we went, and all which we had shared.
Back in time, to you my dear, to someone, who finally cared.
It also shown me, but for a time, what true love felt to be.
It showed me, beauty, Poise and grace, it showed me how to be free.
That Gentle breeze across my face, I always will recall,
That took me back to you my love, and what we shared, with all.
Until next time, when you come past, and touch upon my skin,
Keep my love safely, hold it dear to your heart, and above everything else,
thanks for being my freind.
© Copyright: Аджайи, 2006
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