Circle of Love

Love has a course that it takes,
Has a journey that it makes.
The path is not one,
That anyone fakes.
For this trail is never done,
and at times may not be fun,
But like a circle its path,
For it returns as would a bath,
And is re-cleansed for anew,
Pure heart which now we know hath,
Fallen down in a thing like glue.
So shall stick and you not be blue.