The wind whispers love
The calm before the storm
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Love at first sight
Felt like
Dancing
And being naked
In a room full of people, with nobody watching
But you
And the wind was somehow blowing inside
Felt like
Eating the last piece of pizza when no one else wanted it
And I couldn’t believe it was mine
Leftover, with love
Oh, me and my silly analogies
Don’t worry lover,
No one else took it because they left it there for me
Had my name written all over you
“Indulge in this tonight”
You will fall in love quickly with my short temper
And my long-windedness
And my weirdly witty and wonderful ways
You will grow impatient with my short temper
And my long-windedness,
And and my weird and witty ways
So can we just savour this sweetness for one night?
Can this spark be what it is, just for a moment?
And here she comes,
The wind to fan this flame
She has whispered your coming for months.
I’ll speak a lot about her,
And you’ll get used to it
And I’ll tell you what she says about us
But you won’t like how I translate her hurricanes
She has been brewing a storm
But for now, here is the calm,
Will you indulge me for some time?
Breathe me in. Rain on me.
Can I have you for just one night?
I think she’ll be filled with sheer delight
A night she longed for storms ago.
And though we have longed many lifetimes,
I am sure she is happier than even us tonight
“They have finally heard me”
She will breathe and sigh, in relief,
As we fall in love, at first sight
About the Creator
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