And So It Is With Love

Some love is like a quiet stream whose source is a mystery. Some love is like a river searching for the sea. Some love is like a peaceful lake reflecting serenity. Some love is like an angry sea pounding the shores of destiny. The freedom of the open sea is what the river seeks as it's joined by countless streams from lofty mountain peaks. And so it is, sometimes with love that goes on endlessly -- searching for a freedom it may, or may not ever, see. So, when I see a quiet stream or gaze upon the sea -- or stand beside a river -- I think of you and me. For, in this life, our love has been all the things above. It seems like we have seen it all -- and so it is, sometimes, with love