Southern Vixen's blog: "Poetry"

Fickle Winds

They say the grass looks greener on the other side

But sometimes we get hurt becuse we are blind

For love can be right under our nose

And the scent be lost when the fickle winds blow

The hurt we feel is beyond compare

Until we realize true love is still there

True love blossoms, true love grows

sometimes the right one is right under our nose

So cherish the one in whose love you can trust

Hold onto them tightly when fickle winds gust

And remember it's not always greener on the other side

Love those who truly love you and let fickle winds love die.