Peter Gates

Our Love

A stream becomes a river that runs forever to the sea.

The sea becomes an ocean as it is predestined to be.

Our love will go on forever, no reason and no rhyme.

Our love will never wither until there’s no more time.

 

An automobile cannot run a race without tires, oil and gas.

An eagle cannot soar so high sans winds in a mountain pass.

Our love can move itself on our hearts, and soul and will.

Our love can fly above the clouds with winds for flying still.

 

A road rock hard and endless always leads somewhere.

All storms upon the ocean a sailing ship must bear.

Our love survives the hardships that we ourselves oft make.

Our love can weather any storm and bend but cannot break.