The day was warm with just a hint of breeze,
It caught her as she stood in early March
Upon the grass new green beneath the trees,
She searched for him from rock to leafy arch.
She knew that he had sent the breeze ahead,
To gently put her feet upon the trail.
She smiled into the wind and then she said,
I feel you, love, you've come here without fail.
She knew the wind had touched him ev'rywhere,
Because it carried with it his sweet scent.
She quickened her short steps and felt her hair
Caressed by that dear breeze and all it meant.
And now they're standing...smiling skin to
The breeze has led them to the prize...they win.
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