Love is like the wind,
invisible to the naked eye.
Still making its presence felt,
in the soul of each being.

Comes and goes on its own accord,
no greed or lust to guide.
Caring not for the wants of men,
who struggle to cage it in.

It's the power of letting go
with a smile.
The selflessness to put aside
for the happiness of another.

Holding on to a promise,
for the hope of a tomorrow