truth

The wind, he moves a thousand different ways.
First north, then south, then east or west he whips.
So some men say they love one for all days.
Then see another passing by who rips
The first love clean away. Not so, I say.
My love for you shall like straight arrow’s flight,
stick to its target, ever true and gay,
so happy with my love and heart’s delight.
This song, though sung of love, is only words.
And words can lie, like all things come from men.
These words are true, like love songs of the birds,
Are bound to truth by powers none may ken.

A world of lies will fall apart in time.
True love o’er any obstacle can climb.