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.