The Wind

My love for the wind.

The wind is my lover, 

better than any man, 

dare I say that?

Constantly brushing my hair aside, 

it whispers in my ear

secrets and sweet nothings

it soothes my skin with 

the most gentle touch of clouds..

When I am hot and angered, 

it cools and calms my troubled body 

and holds me in a relaxing embrace.

The wind is my lover, 

forever.