Wind Voice To My Dear Zainab Poem by Bounce Edet

Send the massage for me oh! Wind send my massage to Zainab
Tell her that I am getting cold
Tell her that I dont want to remain like this till i grow old
Tell her to blow a warm breaze from her arm to warm my soul
Tell her to look at me in the window of her heart
Tell her that I no more rear Cats
I would have send her one for a pet
Tell her that yesterday we can't reset
But tomorrow we can get
All the time we need to be forever
Pls tell her that my mouth is tire of my nose in her absence
Tell her that my dry stream would begins to flow with her presence
Tell her that many thing have gone away without her
Not that you ever see her but pls tell her that strienth of love I dont knwo were it comes from
Tell her that the flame is getting form
Tell her even in that distance our souls still meet
Tell her that I am good but I would be the best with her
Oh! wind Oh! wind tell her it would be sweet only with her crispy
Wisper to her the reason of your coming, the reason of your going and the reasons of your staying.