River’s Story

My love is like a,
River.
I never end.
It has bumps,
And falls.
Its steep,
And painful.
That is my love.
Unless those damn,
Monsters that live in,
It and drink from it.
They must pay.
With their lives.
I want to be like,
Bottle water.
You can only have,
One lover.
Why must lust,
Be stronger then,
Pure holy love.
If I could cry.
I would.
But,
I’m a river,
All I am is water.
From the coldest,
Mountains,
To the wonderful,
Green lands.
I am at peace.
For how long?
That is very unclear,
To me.
The sea is one,
I want to become,
It shows purely,
No matter what.
The playful,
Children,
Who later become,
Adults.
I envy them.
I pray for a,
Unchain love.
No lust.
No greed.
No lies.
No badness.
Pure.
Clear.
Understanding.
Devoted.
And trustful.
We all need that.
I’m a river.
A long tale,
To tell.
Sit and wait.
Hear mother earth.
We all want to be,
Heard and loved.
Know my tale,
And see your not,
Alone.
No one should.
Not even a river.