Like a willow, love bends with each breeze,
Swaying and yielding, yet planted with ease.
Strong roots hold firm, though branches may roam,
Forever entwined, a love finds its home.

Wind whispers secrets, a language untold,
Love dances and listens, brave, patient, and bold.
Through sunshine and storm, it gracefully yields,
A love that endures in life's open fields.
I am sure and still are
Yes, love is a willow in the wind