Stones: Patterned and at places chipped,
Green moss sedately resting over it's entirety
It calls to me, and promises that my dreams mean something
I peer in. Darkness.
Drop. I hear it echo from inside the depths of the earth
Twinkling brown eyes,
A bubbling laugh,
A strong embrace
A lifetime of love
Drop. I barely make out a ripple at the water's surface
Generous lips,
Whispers of love,
A kiss, two and more
A conversation of sweet love
Drop. This time, I see the ripples, as I hear it caress the water
A hope
A dream and most of all
A promise of love forever!
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