The Kite

You are the wind, 

that makes me fly.
I am the kite 

that flies on high.

You are the blue 

of the evening sky.
You spin my world 

a funny guy.
 

When I'm alone 

I want to cry. 

I think of you 

as time goes by. 

Somehow I hope 

my love will tie, 

you here, 
my heart,

until 
I die.