Morning coolness has all but disappeared as
we repose here on the stream’s bank.
Reflections from the ripples appear like
diamonds I could never afford.
 
Together, we are mesmerized by the sound
of water cascading over nearby rocks.
A slight breeze comes up and rustling  leaves
of the willows send forth subtle messages.
 
Sunlight dancing through your hair likens
to gossamer threads of gold.
I now delight in your moist lips and gentle
caresses.
 
Let this stream that binds us be the
inspiration for our love.
Quietly flowing throughout the years
toward eternity.