For my whisper from above

Blowing up some words in his direction
day by day she sits and wonders
if he can fall and can read her at all
if he will like the way she walks
the way she talks...
the touch of her hand
if he can find in her body the smell he urges for
and make that his daily addiction
she hopes he is strong enough to hold her hand
but not her freedom
just make her feel safe and protected from the rain
from the stormy brain
she is willing to love his bad, whatever it might be
she knows reality with him will feel like a dream
if they let this love flow , this feeling grow
she ask herself when he will be brave
never bend to any fear
turn on the gear...make sooner than next year
she keeps blowing some hints...