Love

August 9, 2020

I'm the air,

which blows and stare,

passing by your place,

waking you up at a normal pace,

Blowing your hairs upon your face,

Touching your hands to know your taste.

sometimes I become high,

for you to feel me.

Sometimes I become low,

for you to deal me.

My presence makes you arrogant,

My absence gathers loneliness,

You will intensely miss my presence,

Lettimg me go will give you no patience.

My life swirls around yours,

My days and nights haunted by dreams all yours.

Seems you are the reason

For the ups and downs in me,

Seems you are the one,

Who let me free.

No doubts,

You left me.

I became the air,

just to move around you,

For you to feel my presence

Making both of us aware,

Of the love we had,

Of the times we were glad.

Of the love of paradise,

Of the hell which made me realize

The difference of your presence and absence.

Still knowing all

I blow around you,

Making you feel;

I'm still yours,will be yours

No matter what race,

No matter what pace.

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