An evening breeze hits me as such, Feels like that cold icy touch. It may not be or maybe its true, When my heart claims maybe it’s you. A gust of wind swirls around, Lifting my tresses with a cloaked bound. It can be a storm starting to brew, But my heart says maybe it’s you. I think about that day when we met, What follows my thought is a shadow, a silhouette. It is darker than the darkest hue, But then again I feel maybe it’s you. The air feels heavy making me choke, I see everywhere the billows of smoke. Am I the one stuck in a flue? Then why does it feel maybe it’s you. At night the moon casts a glow, And brings with it a shower of snow. Is it the heat of the sun that turns it into dew? Or the warmth coming from you? I feel it deep within my core, I’ve waited long enough to soar. Come and save me before I turn blue, There’s no maybe, I know it’s you.