So softly, so gently, it begins
Floating across my mahogany skin
Like clouds and sky, a perfect blend
I once knew of love in a whirlwind
She was an angel, I was her snow
From whence she came, I longed to go
I curved to the shape of love and its flow
Breathing it in, its essence to know
The secret to flying, from her lips I would hear
Words like the breeze against my ear
With a soft whistle, her intentions made clear
I bent and I swayed, as she beckoned me near
Swift is the wind, but swift to flee
Love is in the whirl, but too far to see
Yet I remain still, roots planted so deep
Hoping once again, I feel it move through me
