I walk beside my quiet brook
And look and see what shapes she took
Her movements shift each moment’s grace
Each nook and bend, her peace and pace
I stop and stand to stare affixed
My focused gaze is never mixed
The dancing light each tiny freckle
The flow of time my spectacle
I sit to ponder her beauty-bright
Her subtle plight each changing tide
I wonder what will one day be
I meander yet I can’t foresee
You’re the only one I see
You’re the one with whom I’ve been
My eyes don’t stare away adrift
There is no other name to gift
