1With 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