March Wind

Icy March
fading winter wind
cutting to the bones,
drilling into ears
stinging eyes to tears,
but I like it
just like spring breeze,
after all, love is
taking in all
your rage or embrace
and imperfection.

As you take me
right or wrong
in fact
in better ways,
no complains
silent acceptance.

Where I am going
what am I leaving
I know not,
but I’ve faith
you will be there
in my life
fast or slow.