A gentle wind carries your voice,

As I hear the soft laughter.

Once I know you.

Your gentle smile,

Soft cheek,

Strong hands,

Peace skin lips.

I wonder.

Not a lot but sometimes,

What dose she give you.

It can’t be her beauty for I would be able to see that.

Money, intelligence.

I’ve spoken to her and she holds neither.

The only things I can think of

would haft to sex and acceptance.

But not acceptance of you,

Acceptance from the outside world.

So good night,

And I hope your chose won’t bite.