The Wind

The wind is going crazy tonight,
Can he feel it too?

It's carrying tales of parallel life,
Does he have any clue?

It is freaking lucky, no doubt
With its freedom to cry its heart out.

I would love to be the breeze that plays,
With his hair in the moonlight rays.

To kiss his skin with gentle touch,
And feel his touch, I love him so much.

If we can't be together in this life,
I'll become the wind if given another chance.
Will he accept me then too?