As the wind blows through my mind chasing breezes of imaginary kisses... my love for you is deeper than yours for mine, A proven fact as we went through time. Watching burnt orange leaves fall from a tree of life as it whistles with the wind behind it it slowly hits the ground. depending on my water to help your roots produce and stay strong my well went dry. Images of laughter, bonds, and love still reply now i'm chasing breezes. As if in a relay, we pray that one day the rain from above will wash us as white and pure as a dove shown by real love. The problem with fiction and fact is fiction is past and fact is how we live.