With the wind, she twirls

in convoluted patterns

She weaves these sweet spring gusts

Golden light in her golden tresses;

The twinkle in the greedy thief's eye

Catch hold and spin into this whirlwind

This madness that is love

Get caught in this enduring insane cycle

But if you let go, fly free

be prepared to land quite harshly

on the unyielding earth