The days you’re here my heart skips a beat,
You play with my hair and make the leaves dance off the trees.
If I close my eyes I can almost hear the lyrics to your soft melody.
Your breathe feels like life itself, don’t leave me ..
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. John 3:8