Flow
our love is like a stream
it ebbs and flows
it dips and grows
and tests our strength of seam
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Saturday, June 14th, 2008, 3:44 pm | 
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July 7, 2010 at 5:21 am
Your poem really matches with that of the picture…. and love should be like a stream which doesn’t change it’s characteristics even after passing many hurdles on it’s way.