You are my channel of desire,
As you glide the river bed
Swirling with continuity,
Gently against the rocks.
Then wending your way,
Coursing its length,
You flow ceaselessly
Silent and unwavering.
You are the music of my soul,
Gentle as a whisper,
Like a soft melodious lullaby,
The oboe of my orchestra.
You are like the fresh sweet smell,
Of the wetted earth,
As the first new rains,
Begin to fall.
You are like the rays of sun,
When you embrace me,
In gentle caress,
Your warmth pervading my existence
