Like the ripples on the water
does love dissipate as it goes on
or does it keep growing forever?
Watching two lovers throw pebbles
into a pond to watch the ripples grow.
Do they hope their love
will expand like the ripples
around any obstacles that may occur?
Will their love for one another
will grow no matter whatever they may encounter?
Love is turbulent thing
with its current running unabated
and its ripples occurring
when you least expect them.
Tears fall on occasions
while smiles greet each new day.
Through the sadness we go on
with thoughts of rainbows
that lay ahead of us
beyond the ripples in our lives.
8-9 February 2014
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