LOVE...

This "poem" is exclusively assigned to ONE of my LOYAL readers.
You know who you are...and hope you get the hidden meaning. All
I can say is life is as fluid as the sea itself -JAN-

Love can be beautiful if it is taken at a slow and
steady pace;
Love is pretty when it grows from two hearts in place;
But love turns sour when it is forced to sustain;
The greatest folly of believing that love can be
regained;
When there is nothing one can love to have it in
exchange;
What is worst to call it love when it is NOT in the
first place.