I wanted to give you starlight and dewdrops straight from my heart, where you became a beam of light.
I thought I fell in love with you, but no, I fell through your love and nothing could stop the fall. Your hands were not there to hold me.
I was the wind and you were the fire. Your smile brought warmth to my heart and your love ignited the fire in my soul.
The wind dries the land after being soaked by pouring rain and helps carry the clouds of sorrow away.
Maybe my wind blew the clouds too far away. Maybe you felt the chill when the wind blew by you.
My hands are still enshrined where I held your face while kissing you.
I weep and I sing. You are a sweet thought.
Anna Maria
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