Maybe It's You

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.