Colours Of The Wind Poem by julian krone

sometimes we say: love is warmth...
and: cold as the wind.
why?

The sun rose up and became bright and white.
Nobody would ever look at the other side.
The afternoon was cold. the wind blowed fast.
And we could not change it, there was no spell to cast.
But in the evening, we sat down in a cave.
We watched the red sunset, and saw a heatwave.
That's why love is warmth and wind is very cold.
And i hope that this in the future 4ever will we told.