With the wind

When she told the winds to send you her love
did they stop by and rustle in your ear?
Could u tell
Of what they smelt,
If it was rain or her tears?
Was it pain or just a cry
Calling you oh, so near?
Meet me, she had said,
Meet me at the pier.
Just a glance, a touch, a kiss
demands that seemed so mere.
Yet you couldn't fulfill
Something that to both of you was clear.
Did you not long for her anymore
or was losing love a fear?
When she told the winds to send you all her love
did they really stop by and rustle in your ear?