Meeting Love

Every step will take you near, the water fall to come.

As streams and brooks will gather hence where the earth had all begun.

The gentle moon will guide its light, so effortlessly and pure.

As nature leads the way to man. And creatures strange will lure...

I’ll follow for a season as I idle in the spring.

And smell the perfume scent of flowers,

 And hear the birds that joyfully sing.

The tune is quaint its notes remise.

The song is but a true loves kiss.

Meant for lips of love for whom, has lost the hope to find it soon.

For every heart has one that beats, for both to well endure.

The hardships of this life we live, waiting then to meet forever and for sure.