I think of you

I think of you as a river,
Flowing wild & stronger than ever;
Touching every shore that comes its way
Tasting every bit, not to leave any.

At one moment becoming her NOVA
Yet another a devastating CASANOVA
Flowing with all its speed & might,
A river too keeps its destination in sight.

However licentious, still it’s pure,
As it meets the OCEAN which accepts it for sure;
And its virginity lies in the fact,
That it has left behind all its act.

What matters now is one thing wholly,
NOW it belongs to ocean solely.