Glimpsing at the water with the sun shining down
Clear and pure as heaven itself, in such a windless day
In the autumn of all seasons, did I find this river
Untouched by the virus of life,
A virgin to the world, an abstract of nature
The waters of the stream would run,
Endlessly they would pass us, not stopped or hindered
Guided towards a higher power, the sea
Memories would flood with life, memories of passion and love
Love as clear and as pure as heaven itself, passion without wind
She was a virgin to the horrors of living, an abstract of His best work
She flowed, like the river, clear but so alive with color,
Emotions of love and fear, would pass and come again
At first, I cared not of her actions and of her emotions,
If she was nothing she would be everything to me...
The primal instinct, the excessive climax, it came and overtook me,
She didn't ask for anything, I took too much,
Guided, she came from the towns to the city,
Innocence as ripe as a fresh apple,
Why? Why can't love be only too much?
Where is she now? Does she still wonder?
The river is barren, soiled and defiled,
Natures work, destroyed by man