Love And The Wind

Love is one of those beautiful mysteries of life…we can't control it…we can't obtain it…and so…like most of life's other beautiful mysteries…we look to nature to explain it. Love is like the wind…it appears suddenly…out of the blue… you don't go looking for it…it finds its way to you. There are times when the winds of love are gentle…you close your eyes and sway…other times they are strong enough to carry you away. Like a cool breeze on a summer day that you're happy to befriend… once you've felt the winds of love…you don't want them to end. Alas, we do not control our love…anymore than we control a windy day… for just as we know not when love will arrive…we know not when it will pass away. It is only when love is taken from us…when the wind becomes a thief… we realize its preciousness…and the price we pay…is grief. But since so much joy rides on the winds of love…every moment of every day… our eventual sorrow…our inevitable grief…is a price we are willing to pay. For where would this poem be without the very wind it is speaking of… and where would our lives be without the joy and happiness of love?