The River
Love is like a river that runs without it’s bounds,
Across the meaning of sorrow
Where it means to drown.
When at first you had it there
But really didn’t want,
To plummet in the earthly bounds of the emotional swamp.
When crying seems like a shout that no one else can hear
Then you’ll know what love is ,
With every single tear.
Love is like a river that always seems to flow, and once in its current it will never let you go.
No one can stop you drowning
Not any one above,
From this never ending river,
the river of eternal love .
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