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
Mixed up with good blends
Of doubt and regrets
Tears haven't been rolled in yet
Although object may get in the way
Of make things okay
Just be aware
That a lover is still there.
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