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.
A blessing and a curse is what love is,
You need to choose what you want it to represent in your life.
Like a fountain, you’ll never know the source of love
But when you find it, it is better cherished for all time.