LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

Love is like a river.

It starts timidly from a mountain,

A discreet and serene thread of water,

That begins its journey,

Unaware of the strength it carries fully.

It contours all obstacles,

Rocks, waterfalls, arid lands,

And, without giving up, it follows its course,

Persistent, even in the most difficult moments.

And it reaches where it desires, the sea,

The vastness that embraces it in its arms,

Like love that finds its destiny

In the turbulent heart of men, full of ties.

Thus is love, which starts small,

But grows with each step of the way,

And, like the river that cannot be contained,

Overflows and finds its affection.

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