Clouds are low,
my spirits are high,
walking fast,
avoiding pools of water,
muddy paths,
my feet are frozen
Blow, blow, blow
the wind's almost carrying my red scarf,
funny 'cause it's tied to my neck,
like my feelings for you are tied to my soul,
warm and tight,
holding fast,
from blowing winds
The air is foul,
from burning waste nearby,
stinging my eyes,
an insult to my nostrils,
so I long for your masculine smell,
a scent so heavenly, so lovely
a smell like home
As I walk,
I think of our own journey,
so similar to mine,
with obstacles, harsh winds
probably this is symbolic,
a call to acceptance
My heart in the past was as hollow as a dome,
your kindness filled it to the brim,
no wonder my high spirits,
my exhilaration.
You ignite my senses
Clouds are low,
am taking a stroll,
daydreaming about one I love,
one who's lips I coo over,
his sleek moustache
Oops!
gotta watch out for the dirty puddles
