Standing in an open field,
and the wind is softly blowing,
it's whispering your name. The
wild flowers around me, waving
with the wind, and the flowers
don't lose their authenticity.
They are like you, strong and survived
every circumstance always stands up again,
even after the heaviest storm. Just like
the way you are, always staying yourself,
and never changing for anyone.
And it begins to rain, and I hide in an
old barn, owl eyes staring at me.
I think at the last time that we were
together, you said that you will be with
me no matter what will happen.
I still feel your lips on mine when we
say goodbye. The wind and the rain are
slowing down, and a few owls fly above
me in the barn, hooted, and going outside.
I know that the time is there, to be open
to you about my love for you. I wanted
to be with you in a relationship together,
you and me. Tomorrow I will meet you
again, and we will speak out our feelings
for each other, that's what I hope.
I am at the open field again, and the
wind is still whispering your name.
It gives me hope for the future, and
for the day that will come, we shall
enjoying each other's company, and
I just know that everything will be
going well, because we are meant to be.
Merci pour la lecture!
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