They say that love sometimes starts with a spark, and that might be true. But if I were to wish you a love, I wouldn’t wish fire for you. You see, fire is powerful. It burns bright then it’s gone. It’s beautiful and warm, but it doesn’t last long. So instead of wishing you a love that burns, I wish you love like a river that twist and turns. It changes and flows. It is powerful and free. But it consistently finds its way back to the sea. And so, like the water, I hope your love is ever growing; ever changing. I hope your love is powerful and free. And may you always find each other like the river finds the sea.