A quiet, tender river flowing of hope; which leaves all men on their knees,

One that pulls gently with joy plated hands at childhood strings,

It serves like sweetened water to a starved long worn tree,

To try to cease its' chime is like surviving an insurmountable disease,

Heard of and fervently reached for but always too high for decaying hands;

If love ever be true, no bounds can be conceived,

It is a silent and unfelt demand;

Wound into your being like your unwavering genetic code,

My love for you is like the universe, endlessly endless and full of bright points; the trial of your kisses in my every wake,

In your eyes a great unraveling beauty is untold,

Though it was never needed to contemplate,

Through every breathe and even beyond death's delight: my fate was never mine but our fates combined,

Through every flaw and fall, I can only live a life worth something more than it all; if you will be mine, whether or not by design.