Stream Of Love! Poem by Martin Greyford

Let us go then you and I
To the stream of love
Where love sprouts like a
Shoot from a dying tree.
Reviving itself again.
A place surrounded by beauty
In the banks of it.

A place that once you go
There, you wouldn't mind
Coming back home because of its green beauty.
Let us therefore go down and
Wash ourselves in the stream of love,
So that our impurities to be made pure.

No one goes to the stream of love
And comes back the same.
A place that changes people's inner thoughts,
A stream that mends broken relationships,
There is no age limit there.
All go there as long you are in love to cherish
And make a memory to one's love life.