If you are going to love
Please don't love
Like the wind loves leaves in Autumn
She sweeps them off the trees
Like a thief
They fall for her
Graciously
Hoping to land in her wide open arms
But finding they are nonexistent
She lets them fall
To be stepped on and crumbled
If you are going to love
Take care of them
And keep them safe
As well as yourself.
Don't love like the wind.
