He is like the strong wind

She is a stationary dandelion

Whenever he demands

For her precious love

She pours out a part

Of her immortal soul

With a lovely smile

To fulfill his strong desires.

When her last seed goes out

He easily moves on from her

Like her presence

Never once mattered

But he overlooks the moment

When people close their eyes

To blow her elegant puffballs

To make their wishes come true.