The Gentle Breeze

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!