Analysis of The Wind of My Heart

I can smell him on my shoulder,
feel his kisses on my neck
I can hear his boyish laughter,
and see the dimple in his cheek
I can feel his smooth cool skin
and the way he crinkles his nose
when we kiss
I can feel the goosebumps on my arm
as he holds me, and I can feel myself
fallin deeper everytime
I remember the first time he said he loved me,
the color of the sky at the prime of the sunset,
the way the wind seemed to stop blowin
just for those few seconds,
the way the birds stopped singing and listened
I remeber the tiny scar above his eye,
and how he used to call me Negri
because I was darker than him
I love him and he will forever be
the wind of my heart