Blown by the Wind

Where the wind blows my heart will follow,
It's next destination is presently unknown.
All I am sure of is that nothing is for certain
I only hope the next love is a kind loving person.

I have a lot to give, but will it be received
When looks are all that matter, despite that they deceive?
Value should be measured by the expanse of one's heart
Not by how much money I am willing to part

He who sees me for what I want to give
is who I want to be with till the end
Is it too much to ask?
May I give some direction to the wind?