A River
The river is a giver,
brings life to desert place.
The river is a taker,
of landscapes’ beauty face.
The river is conceiver,
of mountains leading grace.
I was, for you, a river,
all showing on your face.
My rapids sank me taking,
love lost in desire’s race,
your trust washed out in tears,
me drowned in loving fears.
Today, I know that love
should reign all-above.
But I was to run that way,
to land me where I am today.
I should have tried again,
but travel your river, then,
to where it’s joined by mine,
giving, taking, conceiving thine.
From the book "You can love me, too".