"Let Go" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
Learn to Let Go
When love comes softly, like a morning breeze,
We cling to its promise, hope it will ease
The heart's quiet ache, the soul's gentle cries,
The dreams once folded beneath starless skies.
We see the future in the eyes we adore,
As if love could be time, and hold us evermore.
But love, like rivers, flows on and away,
Bending and twisting, no mind to stay.
Its edges wear thin with each rushing tide,
And sometimes the flow turns cold, and wide.
Sometimes love is a lesson, a tear, a scar,
A quiet reminder of who we are.
You cannot grip water, nor hold back the sea;
Love is its own wild entity.
It dances for a time, then moves on alone,
Leaving you standing, trembling to the bone.
Yet there's beauty in endings, though hard to see—
It's the heart's gentle art of setting free.
When love comes softly, like a morning breeze,
We cling to its promise, hope it will ease
The heart's quiet ache, the soul's gentle cries,
The dreams once folded beneath starless skies.
We see the future in the eyes we adore,
As if love could be time, and hold us evermore.
But love, like rivers, flows on and away,
Bending and twisting, no mind to stay.
Its edges wear thin with each rushing tide,
And sometimes the flow turns cold, and wide.
Sometimes love is a lesson, a tear, a scar,
A quiet reminder of who we are.
You cannot grip water, nor hold back the sea;
Love is its own wild entity.
It dances for a time, then moves on alone,
Leaving you standing, trembling to the bone.
Yet there's beauty in endings, though hard to see—
It's the heart's gentle art of setting free.
