A gust of wind swept by my face,
It said something I can say,
I felt joy, was it happiness!
Word called affection, it relates to you.
This breeze twirled me around,
Was it your salsa moves O performer?
I felt caressed; it was your gentle hold,
Word called blessed, it just was you I know.
Wind scattered some rays around,
A silhouette formed, was it your likeness,
I saw oasis, archipelago of hope,
Word called dreams; you are mine that came true.
Zephyr brought magical scents along,
Without being close enough yet, it indicates you,
The mild tough it had a soft similitude to you,
Word called spirit, I relished being in you.
Daft of wind had special gift,
Mouth-feel sensation it brought along,
Stimulating my sense as your kiss would be,
I feel romanced, I feel a rendezvous.
Each element attached to fascination about you,
Transported me to your Elysium O dear!
Your passion and a déjà vu I will experience,
I feel moved, I feel elated.
If a flurry of wind brings all that,
For our meeting I await o beloved!
Reliving this dream, to let it come true,
I want to feel loved; I want to give the same to you!
Come to me my gentle mimosa,
I want to please your touch, taste, sounds O chaste!
Give you all of me smell, sight and all I can be,
I want you to find heaven on earth that we create.