Waters,
waters flowing under the bridge,
fish in the stream,
sunlight coming through the clouds,
lighting up your face,
a beautiful golden light,
and me gazing at your beauty,
and as happy as can be,
and as you stand before me,
with your black hair and a red rose in it,
you kiss me upon the bridge,
as the stream flows underneath,
and I am lifted up as if into a dream,
a magical fantasy,
with sensations bursting inside me as if fireworks,
and as my heart it leaps,
I run my fingers through your hair gently,
gently,
and I hold you close as the babbling of the waters rise up,
and how my heart beats in time,
beats in time and in synchronicity,
and what a glory your love is,
oh, what a glory to be in love with you,
and to know your compassion and your love,
for how strong it is,
and how powerful it is,
and it is like the raging of a winters storm upon the ocean,
and I,
I wrap my arms around you,
and run my finger down your cheek,
and oh, how soft your skin,
oh, how soft,
and what a feeling it is to me,
what a feeling to me,
gentility and tranquillity wrapped within,
gentility and tranquillity,
and our love flows as the river,
but it never goes, and it is always within, it is always within,
and you kiss me again and again,
and it is like a crescendo of waves,
rising up that we float upon,
a piece of magic, under the sun upon the bridge,
and as we gaze into each other’s eyes,
we talk in rhymes, and sing silly lines,
and oh, how glorious your beauty,
and oh, how glorious your grin.