It's A Realization.

The brisk winds of the changing seasons wake me up.
They help me remind myself that this is real.

Brushing your hand along the side of my cheek; it's real.
Kissing my hand and making me blush; it's real.
Looking deep into my eyes and telling me how you feel; it's real.

As the winds are passing,
As the leaves are falling,
As my hair is getting tangled,

This love that I have for you; is real.
And I will never lose that feeling.

11-11-08