PLEASE MR. WIND

This pen dance with the beat of my heart,

Ink turned into words only a paper could hear,

And if I let this piece of paper fly 

Please Mr. Wind bring it to him

And let him know what I feel

Cause my mouth couldn't speak a word

When he's around

So please let his charcoal eyes read this instead

Because some day soon he'll start to leave

And I don't know if I still could see him…