Whether a stroll through the park or a Jog by the lake
I hear her,

In the showers that hail in April or the Autumn Leaves we rake
I feel her,

It always kills me when the winds stop howling, Why?
Because I know she’s gone,

Here one minute gone for the next two days, Until?
Either the rain starts coming or the snow decides to stay,

I smell her scent, it is in the air, Yet the scent came and went,
Leaving me to sit and stare, Wondering,

Is she gone for good this time or is this our moment at last,
I vow to cherish all her greatness and promise not to move to fast,

But what if she decides to ride off again into the night,
I should have learned before that all great things must come to an end,
I cant, Wont let that happen this time I will put up a fight,
She is worth it all and now its time for my broken heart to mend,

I will follow all the leaves and trees to find out where she rest,
I will compete for who I love and make certain that this lovers love will win,
My Cinderella has lost her glass slipper but im sure Ill fit the best,
She is my East and West, Yet my North and South My loves just like the wind