I Envy the Wind

I envy the wind,
Oh I envy the wind.

I envy the soft breeze of the wind,
Its tender hold caresses your skin,
While I cannot, I am not the wind,
I envy the wind.

I envy the steady drift of the wind,
Its slow gush gives you relief,
And I cannot, I am not the wind,
I envy the wind.

I envy the running swish of the wind,
It cool touch embraces your being,
Me, I cannot, I am not the wind,
I envy the wind.

I envy the wind,
Oh I envy the wind.

I envy the ever soft touch it gives you,
I envy the freedom from anxiety it gives you,
I envy the wind every time it envelopes you,
I envy the wind.

I envy the wind with every limb on my body,
I envy the wind with all my longing for yours,
I envy the wind.

I envy the wind with tears rolling down my eyes,
I envy the wind with the hopes of gazing into yours,
I envy the wind.

I envy the wind a little too much,
Because I am just a little too far,
I envy the wind.

I envy the wind without doubts,
Because it gives you assurance,
I envy the wind.

I envy the wind,
Oh I envy the wind.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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