There's a river that flows
Although it can't be seen.
It is pure yet wild
But mostly serene.
It has no beginning
And it has no end.
It's more than a lover
And more than a friend.
It hates and it hurts
And it slams and it kills.
It loves and it touches
And it soothes and it heals.
It's sky and it's earth
It's black and it's white.
It's life and it's death
It's dark and it's light.
To each of us here
None see it the same.
But to all who have felt it
It carries the same name.
It is happiness and sorrow
Tears of pain and of joy.
It's a smile and a frown
It's a girl and a boy.

It is love.