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
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