A soft wind blows as a place in time slowly unfolds.
Evasive and cunning he calls to me, his voice like the crashing waves of
His eyes, how they glow, hiding what I long to know
A secret he does keep from me, why oh why won't he let me see?
He touches in such a gentle fashion as he gives into his passion.
My mind, how it begins to warn of how my heart will bleed when torn.
His feelings of me begin to sway and without mercy he tossed me away
My dream is gone in one fatal shot, his love for me he soon forgot.
Shed a tear for her so dear, who calls on the wind for all to hear.