I am un-nerved by this eerie breeze sweeping down from the Troodos range,
Rustling the trees and leaves sinisterly strange.
Does the wind carry bad omens from Gods of ancient times;
Messages, warnings, singing in the wind-chimes?
Icy shivers run down my spine;
I know if my love is lost then he was never mine.
I feel we love and are devoted to one another.
But too many other loves have been known to be cast asunder, by another.
How do I keep him from straying away? “Trust faith and love, is all that you need”
Replies the whispering breeze as it passes through the trees.