[aVorbiss]: 642.Poetry.#1 Fan

The wind carries her name, her scent.
My senses promote this feeling,
Deep within me and I cannot repent
For this truth I hold dear,
And I'm hoping that even after you'll still be here.

I swell with joy when her voice is employed.
I waltz in reverie and you're not at all aware of me.
I catch your eye, and that's when my heart begins to fly.

I breathe in, in shame, the wind that carries your name
Will carry it off just the same,
As quickly as it came.
Either way, my love will still be.
I'll still be your number one fan.