Pleased To Meet You

It's something about the smell of the wind,
The leaves aren't blown, they dance. 
It's the way the moon makes itself known,
In a selfless, courteous way. 
I don't know you, we've never met. 
But when I hear your voice- 
I can feel you here.
It's the way you break a crisp silence. 
You're so pure.
Like a porcelain doll with white lace.
It's the way you carry yourself,
The way you tell me everything's going to be alright, 
Without saying anything at all.
I'm pleased to meet you.