The winds of yesterday have returned to my memory in the form of the aromatic, perfumed scent of a very beautiful woman.
How I wish I could reach into my heart and retrieve the stolen moments we once shared under an illustrious night of melodies and music.
The sovereignty of her kisses flavored my lips with the sweetest taste life has ever bestowed upon my humble being.
When tomorrow seemed like an eternity, even her warm embrace felt like the wings of an angel protecting me from the evils of the night.
The winds of yesterday have secretly come to me by exhibiting their beauty through an open window where her delicate footprints once adorned the carpeted floor.
My affections for her continue to grow in dreams, even though the wealth of my thoughts belongs to that enchanting, but memorable night.
Sadly, the winds of yesterday haunt my heart with the sweet fragrance of a Lady Flower, tormenting my lonely soul with the dance that was never concluded.
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