love is everlasting,
like a flowing stream.
if you let it grow,
slowly it will gleam.
love is like a tree,
always getting bigger.
eventualy you will find,
love is the trigger.
if you give it leway,
always you will find.
love isnt payable,
its all a state of mind.
hannah downing
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-175/
