time is a river
it flows
and the details in the waves are lost
in words
in language
love is like time
it is a nuanced form
inexplicable
confused
terrifying
love is like the rapids
it is white foam gurgling
crushing us against the rock
love is like the mellow banks
a gentle lapping against the shore
you can hear it
but you cannot repeat the sound in earnest
love and time and rivers
beyond description
beyond ourselves
beyond control