A paradox called Love

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It  seems  pre-destined
That  my canoe should
 never  make it across
Your  river of  love
Getting always sucked in 
At the  vortex in its middle
Only to resurrect itself
As a triumphant memory
Or as a  likable defeat
Left floating all over you 
As clouds bearing the rains
That  sustain your flow
That should pour over you
But never to win over you
But ever wins you over.
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