love is 

       a river,

 winding 

       through 

the forest,

                with sharp turns

And 

       steep 

                 inclines.

It’s rough and 

Full of r~a~p~i~d~s,

Easily  

                                                                                                     lost in.

ᴊaggǝd       cliffs

and bro  ken  bran  ches

int er rupt 

the peaceful flow.

Sometimes it's smooth and clear. 

Or it drops

quick and violent,

D am   agi

ng ev  ery 

th ing

In its path.

it may dry up,

Or         get                 lost                 in                              seemingly                        endless               woods.

But if you just 

         keep going

                 forward 

                     someday 

                         you'll find it.