stream of love

Down in my heart, in a deep dark hole,
My soul longs for your soul.
Very strange this may seem,
But our love is like a never ending stream.
How greatly this stream will stride,
Slowly flowing to the end of time,
But gently not this stream will flow.
For storm may come and go.
Thunder and lighting will come to occur,
But pass all those storms should.
Now this stream flows better than it ever could,
And down the end of time it flow,
Where our love will soon go.