This river of love,
Constantly moving,
Never stopping on a dime,
Shows no mercy to thine.
Walking through a field,
So foreign and mysterious,
Nothing in sight,
Nothing feels right.
Glowing banks of a luscious stream,
A glistening river that feels like a dream,
Too fake for us to believe,
Too deceptive to convene.
I just wish you would believe me,
When I tell you of this glory.
One day, we’ll all stumble on this story,
And enjoy the river of love.

© Joel Francis