Gentle breeze from my...

Gentle breeze... from my whispering lips blowing down... from your ear to your hips. Tingling your skin... from my lovely touch and caressing words... you mean so much. Looking into your eyes... my reflection I see where my face realize... how happy I can be. But... When that fog came by... piercing right through causing us to separate... the closeness of us two. The louder we scream... makes it harder to find the harder it may seem... for our useless minds. I begin whispering... my sweet gentle breeze hoping to reach out... for your ear to freeze. No fog can fade... our searching hearts no matter how gray... no matter how dark. One day will come... for our hands to reunite with our lips touching... each other a good night. (Written in May 2002 by Jeff Torres)