A Story Of Love
Let me take you touring here, though you're there,
Our common muse of love loiters mid vale -
The winter swift river warns us beware
Of standing still missing his telling tale;
Note how his deep-worn bed is quite shallow
Compared to some famous pompous rivers
But he could show us lakes that carved a hollow
Not as pretty as his reed curves and swerves.
Should we move, should we wander like the river
Or loiter as the lake reflecting light?
As you slow walk with me, let us wonder
Should we linger, should we rush - which is right?
Let me take you touring here though you're there,
Watching while walking with wind in our hair.
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