Love can be like the first trickle of a spring. Clean, fresh, new, tamed and pure. Able to be sipped and tastes like a breeze.
Love can be like a pond covered in lily pads. Full of life, a bit stagnant, calm and true. Water of life hidden behind a veil.
Love can be like the mighty river. Raging, crashing, subsiding, overflowing it's banks. Shaping the earth around it and constantly changing.
Love can be like the vast deep ocean. Unexplored, holding it's own, telling a story. Strong, unwavering, and able to rebuild.
All water is connected in some way. All love should be too. Let our love be like water in all it's forms.
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