From eastward zephyr soft and slow
The pages of a love received a blow
Content tying my thoughts in a bow
With each blow, I fathom a hot-blooded undertow
All through, there is but one Echo
That of a pure, spirited heart aglow
The wind holds breath for a page to avow
"Your eyes closing is like watching the sunset"
The line could not help but flow
Out the page into my heart like an arrow out the bow.
Dedicated to JuanTequilo
