Have you ever wondered how sweet the mystery is that a fountain never runs dry?
Never gets old, wanting more of that jetting beauty,
The gush of waters, never tired, never diminished, unreserved.
If love were a fountain, gushing unreserved desire, how willing are you to accept it?
Seeing, knowing, assured, yet it gets old and we’ve place a tag on it.
The essence is lost only because true love is at no financial implication
Yet we let it slide so easily because it came so easily. … More Fountain of Love