Breeze

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His kind of love was the kind that
Burned me
Nothing seemed to help

Until you

You were my breeze
You didn't take away my burns
I would need them

To show I was strong
To show I could make it
No, you didn't take away my burns

You cooled them
Your lovely breeze
Brought me relief

In the world full of pain
You gave me a hope
That perhaps not all love was fire

You let me have a time
If only for small moments
When my burns didn't hurt so much

If his love was the fire
Then yours is the breeze

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