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Maybe love is not a walk in the park

On a summer’s warm bright sunny day.


Maybe it is a hurricane

That makes dry leaves swirl in its path


Maybe it is the Fall

That makes the fruit ripen on the vine


Maybe it is a mountain lake

Deep and cold


Or a brushfire

Destroying everything in its path.


Perhaps it is as cruel, and real

As Life


As sweet, as ephemeral–


A force of nature.