Wind.

A gentle breeze,

Playing with her cascading

Tendrils of chestnut-brown hair,

Making her sundress

Flutter around her knees.

The crystal-clear waves

Break as they hit the shore.

And with the wind,

By the light of the fire,

She whispers

I love you… 

This poem is about: 
Me

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