About Love


A moving force that
always tries to predict us
but we keep being pushed forward
into something we don't know

And the stream
always tries to lead us
into the flow of life
towards somewhere we can't stop

But we can glide
throughout this stream
with that energy
and bind our ways together

If that is our wish

choose the path of love

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