Like water, love can be compared,
a wondrous liquid that can be shared.
Seemingly flows from endless spout,
suddenly there’s a long-hard drought.
Cold, it can freeze and change to ice,
or warm, a pool of purest paradise.
Like love, water can take many forms.
with either one there will be storms.
Sometimes it drips almost pitifully,
will it dry up before it reaches sea?
It can come all at once, a huge flood,
wash all away, leave you with mud.
Like water, with love there will be rain,
as it gives us life, it too causes us pain.
We can not live without either around,
but beware, in each you can be drowned.

This was absolutely gorgeous and brought much more beauty to the picture with the poem underneath it. The rhyming was lovely and the emotions were so deep. Thanks so much for entering and good luck.






















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