Sallie Marie Tompkins (Plum Branch, SC)
'I'm In Love With You'
I'm in love with you,
I fell in love with you during a difficult situation.
I adore the brisk wind that lifts up off of the lake,
that pertrudes to my face.
I mean, I'm digging you.
I long to court you, not to marry you,
yet get a spot to get to know you.
Frequent visits stir my heart to believe,
that we could last forever!
Your foundation is deep like the sea,
captivating my emotions for eternity.. wwwwwwwhhhhhhooooooo!
You are the wind, you are the wind, that blows
and stirs my heart in the right direction.
I'm telling you, I'm digging you more than you will ever know.
My desire has been fulfilled, and I've made my confession, and request.
I look forward to giving you my best.
Chicago, I'm in love with you.
Can it be true that I, discovered a city as beautiful as you,
I long to visit you, ever so often.
The wind breathes against my face soft like cotton,
you erase the things that are rotten.'
You protect what's yours.
Your wind tells a story of the night moon glow.
I smell the spring of life as you blow the troubles away from the lake.
They run to you for security, you captivate, motivate them to be better people in the form of a still soft wind.
You rise up their emotions to a different place than what they were in.
You pull them out of the dungeon with your beautiful fall air,
you wave them from left to right, and side to side.
You let them know that everything with the sun hitting them,
will be all right.
Chicago, Chicago wind....
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