Markisha Martin

The Flow Of Love

Love is like a river,
It has its own way of flowing,
It keep on going and going.
And it will never come to an end
But was a good blend
Of doubt and regrets
Tears haven't been rolled in yet
Although object may get in the way
Of make things okay

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2009

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