Love is a river that flows
From the source of the heart that
meanders through rocks and mountains
Of selfish deeds
Which flows with the same gush and speed that gathers moss
Each time you hit a boulder of pride
When the famine of hate and distrust
Dries up the river of love
It forms vapors of tears that swells at a cliff
That flows in the fountain of hope
Love in volume decrease will not
Changes direction of motion
Breaks in streams
To quench your thirst
And burst in tears of joy
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