"What is Love Eddie? Is it a river flowing one soul to another soul? Is it one moment, one steady moving evening of more than moonlight as the day ends and the nights grow?" Love is the fractured soul, it is the moon’s glow, the comfortable brisk early morning wind as winter unfolds, the night never ends just as the sun never sleeps its only a world away. "And now that it is over Eddie, what will the world do with love poems, and old rivers with lovers lost in, “let’s just start again baby it can't end?” The universe without a poet’s tragic heart is bleak and grey morbid and soulless printed words. I walk the rivers edge seeking your reflection on a rushing canvas of water breaking and clashing with the rocks, and old trees, my love never ends it just begins again and again.