LOVE A WATER STREAM
1 min readAug 1, 2019
A stream of water flowing to the sea
never open his embankment, patient and pleased,
my thoughts, dearest, go to you,
yes, to thee and sense my love,
my thoughts, beloved, slave for you,
yes, to you and proffer my passion.
Love is a stream flowing to the sea,
the shores are high, and it glides gently,
obstruct it up then it quickly becomes,
another path flowing to the sea,
but dam it up then it promptly spills,
another way to the sea.
Even though I can’t invite you, I will beckon you.
The answer instantly, my sweetheart, ere I think,
because someday another one will appear,
another one for whom I will then embrace,
because soon another one will take your place,
another one which I will espouse.
