The harsh breeze hits my face
Still I withstood the cold air blitz
I reach to hold her frost-bite hand
We face to face Indulge In fact
The breeze forces me and her to eye the sky
The shy sun lurks behind clouds that shy not
The breeze whirls herein hits her denim jeans
I saved her distress then lured her in and in my lips bliss
Cupid wills kiss plays melodies of love heart races
Through the air singing harmonies sweet bold yet fair
I hear her joy I sing along while her love I hold
in this breeze of romance
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