The breeze that rushes ashore today,
Greeted you with a warm embrace,
Lips resting on your eyes of grace,
Tenderly kissing your beautiful face.
The breeze rustles through your silky hair,
Softly smells the fragrance in the air,
Whispering in your ears with care,
As if no one else would even dare.
The breeze then rests its arms on thee,
As it glanced with lust at me,
Wrapping up your curves with glee,
Like a rose with a resting bee.
Disgruntled, I wept with jealousy,
As I watch the breeze with thee,
Knowing that I can only be,
Imagining that you are with me.
