The Windmill of Love

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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 like through a revolving door

 

the windmill’s of love keep 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

guarding our hearts

 

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

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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