Love is something that can’t be created nor destroyed
But, lost in and endless void.
Slipped away from one’s grasp.
Something they couldn’t clasp.
Taken by the wind of broken vows.
Ever lost and never found.
Floating through far lands.
Making the owner run across fields of bland.
Running till heaving breaths.
Giving up to lay and rest.
Once the wind grabs hold of love.
It will run to the stars above,
Looking for a new worthy to give to.
So hold on tight,
Never let go.
Or the wind will take your love.
And never let go.