Love

Love is like a river,

always flowing and deep.

Love is so secret,

but its still hard to keep.

Everyone is loved,

its hard to believe.

You'll always be loved,

untill you die or leave.

Still after that,

they will remember you.

And love you even better,

through and through.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Is published in poetry.com as it was put forward to a compitition in May 2001

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