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MY LOVE ISN'T LIKE THE WAYWARD WIND
Yes, I am,
A restless man
But my love isn't like
The wayward wind.
My being is
Like wild fire
But my love isn't like
The wayward wind.
My passions are
Very fiery
But my love isn't like
The wayward wind.
In my eyes
A sadness glows
My love can't be like
The wayward wind.
My poetic soul
Kept seeking
A love unlike
The wayward wind.
She lives faraway
In a distant land
Saying I am like
The wayward wind.
And that I am
An enigma
That I remind her of
The wayward wind.
She often calls me
A crazy guy
And compares me with
The wayward wind.
But deep within
She too knows
My love isn't like
The wayward wind.
So I live on
A restless life
But my love isn't like
The wayward wind.
With a broken heart
I live my days
How can I be like
The wayward wind?
She loves to tease
She loves to joke
And likens me with
The wayward wind.
But deep within
Her own frail heart
She knows I am not
The wayward wind.
Her girlish voice
Her bubbling laugh
Are for me like
Two fountain springs.
So let me sing
The truth once more
That my love ain't like
The wayward wind.
