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.
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Author:
Pete (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2023 02:17
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Good write P.
I Appreciate recognition as much as any fool crazy enough to post here. Thank you much.
I really enjoyed reading this poem, great rhyme. And once you've been in love you understand...
Comment very appreciated, Christina. Thank You.
The prose snd rhyme was pleasant but I’m nowhere near confident enough to experience a reality reflected , hence it lands in the fantasy category for my cynical norm.
OK?
an ode to love, inked by love
or so it reads, to me
well what to say, it's lovely
thanks for sharing
You are most welcome, and a return thanks for your gracious comment.
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