a poem to end our August...

Love is an endless river
on which we're always striving for the shore
and any heartfelt notes that you deliver
will only serve to make you want them more
Love is a flowing stream
full of life and perils, dams and turns
and any future path that you might dream
will flounder on the rocks or crash and burn
Love is a dancing sea
there is no way to surf and not be broken
and any time that's right for you and me
will wash away with things we left unspoken
Love is a still, calm pond
upon which all our hopes can sit and thrive
and when we find that special, sacred bond
we'll know just how it feels to be alive

RC 31-8-25