Love is the wind outside the soul, a restless refrain,
A yearning for something, beyond sun and rain.
It whispers of freedom, of wild, open skies,
Of chasing horizons, with love as your prize.

But winds can be gentle, a soft, calming sigh,
Nurturing embers, where dreams learn to fly.
It carries the fragrance, of faraway lands,
Of adventures unfolding, in love's gentle hands.

Though sometimes it howls, with a fury so deep,
Leaving hearts shaken, where emotions can't sleep.
Yet love is the wind, ever-changing and strong,
In its whispers and roars, where we truly belong.