She smellsLike vanillaAnd the blistering skin of marshmallowsRoasting on a winter fireShe sweatsAnd it smellsLike the early dew of a rose petalShe smellsOf a smell you've never smelt beforeFor she sits aloneOn her bus to home*She smilesGentlyLike...
O! Mighty Wind, you sail through our part
soft and gentle, caressing our body and soul
in the fondness of a lover’s touch so invigorating
Whistling in a tune of love and greatness to mankind
Refreshing our breath daily in the newness of life