Love is like the wind.
It comes for a while, but it passes through.
It makes you feel better when it's too hot out,
but then you burn again.
It gives you a gentle breeze,
but fly's away quickly.
Love is like the wind.
It comforts you when you need it.
but it passes to the other person.
It is very enjoyable,
but hardly ever last's.
Love is like the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem