The Windmill of Love
That which we know as love,
can be fickle or true,
like the spokes of a windmill -
love goes round and round.
A love that isn’t true,
will make a believer out of you,
a foggy mist all around the windmill knows -
to turn whichever way the wind blows.
Love is a mystical thing,
it comes and goes,
people appear into our lives =
going round and round a revolving door.
The windmill of love keeps turning,
our whole lives through,
our hearts keep beating -
searching for a love that is true.
When at last our hearts find a home,
the windmill stops turning,
standing like a sentinel -
that guards the love we have been seeking.
We keep close all who are dear to us,
never letting strange winds blow them away
and love’s windmill keeps turning our way -
only when warning signs need heeding.
Remember to keep refueling,
love’s windmill as the years go by,
fill it full of precious memories -
to treasure till the day you die.
© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee