Love; it's like the wind
We may feel it passing by
You may hear it's musical whispers
Sometimes you wish it to leave
Then you may wish it to come back
But though you may not notice
It is always around us
Even if just
A gentle Breeze
So next time it starts blowing
Don't hide in your shelter
Don't stray from the storm
Rather let it toss you
Let it blow you away
Then let it pick you up
And show you
It's alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem