Perhaps love sets you in a churning motion,
In turbulent waves like the rolling ocean,
Starting on highs, dipping into heaving lows,
Compromising direction as the wind blows.
Perhaps love spins you a crescent moon,
An incomplete journey ending too soon.
Just as you were beginning to enjoy the ride,
The gravitational pull turned into a glide.
Perhaps the highs made you laugh and scream,
Consumed in burning flames, now just a dream.
A fireplace of ashes, long forgotten and cleaned,
A car,off tracks with reckless speed, it has careened.
Perhaps love has stayed the course in its frequent bumps
And its dips, leaving you with a heart that still thumps
Each time she kisses your lips and holds you up close.
Perhaps through rivers of time, your love still ardently flows.