In a breeze
I can feel your soft touch.
In a breeze.
I hear your voice.
In a breeze
Your sweet kiss touches my lips again.
In a breeze
when I see a leaf soaring it reminds how much I am blown away by you.
If I could capture how you make me feel in a bottle I would.
So that every time I am missing you I could open it and feel you...
In a breeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem