Feather in the Breeze

The look of love is in your eyes
moving my heart like a feather in a breeze.
The look of love, always a shameless surprise,
dancing through when in your eyes we meet.

The lust of desire is in your face
moving my heart like a feather in the breeze.
The lust of desire, always a comforting embrace
dances through when in our minds we meet.

With our arms holding us together
my heart moves like a feather in the breeze.
Fighting our emotions most torrential weather
as we dance along the world, hoping to meet.

One last glance,
One final need,
And a goodbye ever taunted and whispered.
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This started of meaning something personal and then its something different all together... oh well