Paul Franetovich

Love is like the wind.
It flows in and out of our lives like a summer breeze through the leaves of a willow tree.
We feel the warm breeze approach hoping it it stay and warm us through the winter we have become.
But alas the wind grows weak and changes.
The earth moves and the warm wind stops blowing and gives way to frigid cold.
Our heart ices over and waits for the summer to come again.

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