Oh, how I miss that wayward wind
Sweet whispers in the night
Such desires, I’ve pushed aside
While trying to keep things right
And, how I’ve missed the shadows deep
That perfect silhouette
Waltzing across my pillowslip
Sweet dreams I can’t forget
And how I’ve missed the musings, dear
Those love-struck memories
That set my veins, my heart aflame
That sparked such fire in me
I miss the passion you imbue
That singing in my soul
It only spoke of tenderness
A finer gift than gold
Oh, how I’ve missed the sweet warm kiss
Oh, how I’ve missed the flames
That kept me burning, yearning, love
A victim of your game
I miss the sighs of your goodbyes
I miss the afterglow
I miss it all so very much
I’m lost…without a soul
Oh, save me from this wretched fate
Please save me from this pain
Come back to me sweet wayward wind
In whispers once again…
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