A gust of wind when strikes my lock of hair,
They don't listen to me to stay quiet.
For they don't belong to me anymore,
Thus need your fingers to place them right.

A bunch of memories when flood my heart,
It forgets breathing, the moment you flash.
But I would prefer not to breathe,
For without you, everything seems just ash.

My piece of mantilla when stuck in bush,
I still feel...