Wind

It's like

being in love with the wind.

Are you there yet?

Oh - I think you're here...

Once you've arrived, you're gone.

 

Only the wind doesn't travel on an

airplane.

The wind doesn't lose his

luggage.

The wind doesn't let his

hair gel spill all over the place.

 

But.

It's still like

being in love with the wind.

Coming, going, kissing, then

still.