The wind is blowing..

It’s whistling & howling

I can hear the crinkle of colorful leaves as I walk

I can hear your voice in the wind

I can almost smell your sweet perfume lingering somewhere in the air

Yet I can’t find you

It’s getting cold…

And I miss you

All I can think about is your sweet caresses

All I want is to kiss you again

It’s getting colder…

I need you here

Sweet Angel

Come back to me before winter comes…