Love is the way you are
dreams that become true,
light waves of glowing star
that begins as you.
Life is a never ending
light in the darkness air,
with a moment blending
from here then to there.
Love is the ways of hours
dreams that come through
momentarily spring flowers
all that is me and you.
Nothing gets lost in time
it is still all around here,
going from earth to prime
growing up to share.
Love is ways of the river
flowing so endlessly,
giving away and a reviver
all in the heart beat free.
Nothing is a moment still
it's always going away,
dreams to another to fulfill
meeting the new next day.
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