River of Love

Love is like a river, that flows to the sea.
Starting ever so small and grows within me.
Rough rocks tumbling on,
through the currents of life,
getting smaller as they go,
by life's trials and strife.

The currents carry me on,
as I chip and I break,
never losing the the good,
just the bad that I hate.
So on runs my river,
ever ebbing in it's flow,
down to the sea,
drawn by the tide's tow.

Yet with a purpose even do I flow
as sure as the tree sway, when the winds blow.
Bending, craving my way along,
as my babbling brook pipes out it's song.

Subtle slow etchings do I make,
as my ever slow, river flows.
Dispersing all that I am in the Sea,
of salty blue filled woos.

By my River of Love;
which had been taken,
by the clouds above.

Written by: Marty Sellers (Redman Ray)