By Bud Manuel
I wake to the East Wind, the wind of love renewed with each morning.
When The wind of renewed passion and life rekindled gently grows.
During the day the North wind, wind of loss and sorrow is aborning.
The wind of separation and love dwindled coldly blows.
In The evening the South wind, Wind of love hot and intense is warmly building.
The wind of heated passionand sensuality breezily flows
In the Night The West Wind, wind of passion spent and love strengthened, is slowly turning!
The wind of gentle sleep and loving dreams is seemingly aglow
May you know the pleasures of the FOUR WINDS OF LOVE.
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