Metaphor For Love
Metaphor
Water flows; formless form.
The broad stream moves only ever forwards,
Curving along the contours of life.
Here, a rock disturbs the placid surface;
Giving form and character to uniformity
Of existence, enduringly. There, a pebble thrown
Far from the edge creates a momentary
Ripple, a brief moment of happiness, excitement,
And then is gone. Yet within the silent waters,
The pebble has altered the parallel flows,
An unconscious eddy that spins and whirls,
Hidden from the world above, insistent thought.
So it is with you, metaphorically the bridge
Across my river from whence was thrown
The pebble that disturbs my serenity still.
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