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.