Breeze Of Romance Poem by Fabrice Wonga

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