All that is left is sleepless dreams,
What is to come and what has been.
All us, forever, it seems,
A continuous circle... hope springs eternal,
A constant vision of perfect confusion.

Most love is like a waterfall...
It appears so beautiful to all who watch it's glory,
But for those inside, there is constant friction.

But not for me, I won't have it!
My love is like a long adventure,
Exciting - for sure...
Peaceful - at times....
But always passionate, spontaneous, and real.