Love's Unrushed Flow
Love's Unrushed Flow So softly it comes and it goes, Like the gentle sway of a slow low-tide ebb, At its own steady pace, along its path it flows, Never rushing anywhere, but continually growing. It starts with an intensity of vibrant sparks, Like the first flashes of sunset light in the sky, Slowly blossoming from a tender flame of hope, That sustains and grows with a passionate fire that shall never die. Then out like a wave, it spreads forth and cascades, Reaching deep within our hearts and m
