Love is a river,
Well, it was a river.
It flowed from the highest peaks,
Meeting a great ocean at its end.
This ocean often grew,
And receded.
Such is love,
Always ebbing,
And flowing.
Constantly changing.
People left behind,
People swallowed.
Many souls find this ocean,
Dive and stay for the long haul.
I don't live underwater.
I have not gills.
This ocean doesn't like me.
The first taste of its waters.
Sweet.  Apparently enduring.
Only to be washed ashore.

I wish i could drown.