All, Poems

Love in the Wind

A love as fleeting as the wind.
You can have it,
But never hold it.
We’ll all try to,
But never control it.
We will all want it,
But it’s futile.
We will never own it.
We will give everything we have to give—our time, our love, for some family and blood,
But it will never love us back.
Because it’s only in its nature to come and then go back.
It will come indeed, prayerfully when we’re especially in need, but it will also go just as the wind blows.
As a nice breeze brings a hard day ease,
But is never the end-goal.
To love money is to fight but never win.
So why strive to catch what is only a means,
But never the end?

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