Like a cool breeze that gently caresses the tall standing trees,
You look at me,
And I freeze,
In that beautiful feeling,
My God, What have you done to me?
You walk past me and my feet stop,
I see you walking away and ahead,
My heart drops,
But not for long,
Cause you turn around and look,
At me and dances my heart's every nook.
I feel beautiful, a feeling I've read about only in books,
Tell me, are you for real or one of the characters in my book?
Your...