The wind blows gently on my face.
Comforting, like a lover's embrace.
Carressing me with a velvet touch.
Reminding me of how to love;
Gentle and warm, soft as a breeze.
Refreshing and relaxing with ease.
Then the wind grows strong and fast.
Gentle times don't always last.
Harsh and fierce it makes me shiver,
Like my love's touch makes me quiver.
Nature's passion mirrors mine,
Reminding me my love is fine.
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