The One Hundred Poem Promise
The River And The Lake
I Watch You Always
Without You Knowing
You Think I Can’t See
But I Always Am
Watching You Move
Enthralled With Every Curve
Every Twitch And Wiggle
Every Ache You Make In Me
Our Eyes Meet.
We Stare Into One Another
Two Eyes Of The Lake
Two Eyes Of The River
We Grasp To Make Love
To One Another
By Touching
Just Our Finger Tips.
Staring Out From The Turbulence
And Into The Calmness
A River Flows Into A Lake
Always Touching, Forever Separated
Soul Mates Forming.