Love

Love is a feather
That drifts in the wind
You will never know
Where it would land or fall
Whose heart it will touch
Whose life it will bless
Many would try to catch it
Some would chase it
But love will only come
To those whose hearts are open to receive it
When love moves inside you
You cannot stop its stirring
Though you cut its wings
It will find a way to fly
And break free from its pinion
Love happens naturally
It cannot be forced
It is given freely without demands
It is like a spring season that comes to your heart
Where everything blooms inside you
Bringing joy and beauty to your life
But when it leaves it is like a winter season in your heart
Where everything feels cold and lonely
Yet love is never lost
It stays in your heart like a rose that lives through winter under the bitter snow