Had I let the streams of Love
follow its course
they would have been a brook
along the hills, tumbling its way,
to merge with its destiny
But I took to still those rapids
in the channels of constraint
seeking its origin, the destination;
the reason that dammed the river
who could ever withhold the wild currents for long
Stifled yet swirling
I may have been bound, tethered to my fences
Yet, none could stop
the gushing force, as it sweeps me away
It was the wild rhythm of the splashing waters
I had lost myself in this love, never to be found again!
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