You are such a whirlwind,
So fast and never bother;
You seem to have mend,
Those story that never gather;
I am convince by your ways,
The things that seem to subdue;
Your judgement never fail to amaze,
Someone who lost its hue;
And to feel like such,
Is a mystery all together;
Why does the sun shine too much,
Leaving the night so dull to remember;
I never mind catching a cold,
In such a night if its my hand you will hold;