Our Love

In its own natural time and at its own natural pace
The river flows...
The water flowing slowly or rushing swiftly
Depending on the terrain and the season.

So too - with a great love.

Sometimes our love will roar...
Like the water rushing through a mountain gorge.
Sometimes our love will lie silent... still and contained
Like the water we find in the many deep pools.
Sometimes our love will flow as gentle...
As a river emptying into the ocean.

The sun shines and the wind blows...
And high in the mountains - the rain falls.
To begin the process over and over again.

Finding new and different forms of expression.
Are what those who love do, I know this to be true
For I've come to know the above - with you.