Love is more like a river
which has many bends in its way.
Someone who crosses the river,
falls in it forever once.
Those who never had its drops before,
know the real taste of having it.
Those who have already fallen,
know the vitality of keeping it.
The color of its drops is unknown,
though it can be unseen
till your hearts are opened to
the one who's been sorted for you.
Keep or Kick, It's Your Call
9 months ago