What LOVE is NOT.

Love is not ephemeral.
It is not like the breeze
on a cloudless summer day
that gives you comfort for a
moment, then leave
without a single trace.

It is not like the leaf
left standing
on the last day of autumn,
only to fall with the slightest
gust of wind.

It is not like the frozen lake
on a chilly winter night,
ready to shoulder you
and bear your burden
but would not withstand
the pressure for long.

And it is not, certainly not
the smell of the wind
in the early days of spring,
full of hope, full of joy
but quickly withers away
with the setting of the sun.