Where Does The Love Go

Love is not what you think it is
  and braking up never really is
Like the water that rises in the sky
  and comes down again
The rain only stops
  but never goes away
  and always comes back
  another day
And it is without the rain
  the earth becomes lifeless and dry
Though it might hurt you
  and make you cry
Be thankful for the rain
  without it you might die

You might think it is over
  until you discover
  it comes over you again
And don't you fret
  if it makes you wet
It is the moisture
  that most all of life grows by
 
By:  Roger Harkness

 

 
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