Love is a river, a sliver of light,
Curling and swirling in the silk of night.
It slips like whispers through canyon walls,
Echoing soft where the moonlight falls.

A clock with no hands, it bends and it breaks,
Ticking in rhythms that the heart remakes.
It’s a thread in the loom, weaving shadows and fire,
A stitch in the storm of untamed desire.

It’s the taste of rain on a tongue of stone,
The scent of a garden where wild things have grown.
A flame that shivers but never dies,
A flicker that burns beneath winter skies.

It’s the ache of the shore as the waves retreat,
A dance unfinished, yet bittersweet.
The hum of a chord that hangs in the air,
A note unresolved, yet painfully rare.

It’s a trap, it’s a freedom, a tangle in the tide,
A ghost on the shoulder, a force you can’t guide.
Both prisoner and prince in its velvet cage,
An eternal story on a fleeting page.

So sail it, inhale it, let it bury your fears,
Let it carve your soul through laughter and tears.
For love is a river, unruly and deep,
A current that carries what you vow to keep.