The Best Kind


Love floats on a river
being turned and flipped in the waves.
Rocks scrape the sides,
chipping the paint.
But it still floats.

Love is suspended in the air,
shining in the black sky.
You see it from miles away
and cannot touch it.
But it still twinkles.

Love falls from the sky
coming through the grey clouds.
It melts once it hits,
and shimmers in the wind.
But it still falls.

Love cannot be controlled,
but it still comes.
Love cannot be understood,
but it still comes.
Love cannot be contained,
but it still comes.

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