Love is Like the Sky

Love is like the sky,

No one ever asks it why

It's like a changeling,

Ever changing, re-arranging;

The sky has passion, so it seems,

Perhaps a figment of day dreams.

Blue sky, disappearing clouds,

Suddenly, a mask that shrouds

Its antics and its passion, too.

There is naught that man can do;

Just like love, the sky turns dark,

Passion, fury, lightning spark.

N'er for long, as it won't last.

Much like love, no die is cast.

There is no mold, no pattern clear,

As with love, can cast out fear.

Rain drops, rainbows, man's demise

Locked into sky's passion wise.

The early dawn, the setting sun,

Like a rapture, passion's fun.

The sky is blue; the sky is gray,

Unpredictable each day.

Skies will come and they will go,

Just like love, a myst'ry show.