Blinded

She walks along the breeze
Floating with the wind
Soaking up the sun
Smiling happily.
She puts my soul at ease
When her eyes look my way
I feel I can forget
The troubles of my day.
I wish that I could tell her
What my heart whispers to my ear
But I'm afraid she'll never see
An image that is truly me.

Again, I found this with the previous one. I have a feeling they were written at the same year or even month perhaps. I can't be sure.