the wind of love

Love is bliss

When the sail is smooth

When the soft cool wind caresses

Through the day and night

Nothing will turn bad

The eyes will see the good

The smile sharing in moments

It makes the day like blossom flowers

It is when the heat is hot

Every touch will turn brown

The flowers will wither

Love has grown cold

The bad of love

The bad things will happen

The cheating love will cause

The crying pain alone

Some may even inflict physical pain

They will employ thugs to rain blows

Some may set the house on fire

When love turns into a murderous rage

Love is bliss

When maturity knows the rules

Where Cupid will play his game

Learn the boundary; learn its ways