The Gentle Breeze

Written by: burgeon lucremania

I usually cry if I can’t stand pressures
Because its my way to overcome my fears
People may think it will waste my tears
What do I care as this is about my life here.

I felt the wind on my face, gentle
Always with me whenever I stumble
Though can’t be seen and touched
I appreciate its existence so much!

I may look very very lonely
But here in the heart of me;
Thoughts of him lingers peacefully
He’s naughty yet so very funny!

The wind is just like him
And we always make a good team
Though rarely see each other
Our bonds still grows stronger..

This person may be smiling;
After reading this homemade poem
You know him better darling; 
Much much more than I do
Cause that person is none other than you!