I softly sang to you
and gently washed your hair
filled the air with warm whispers
and closed your eyes with touches
of soft wet lips to skin
and each water rope and braid
became a wish...to stay, this way
I pause to take in the reflection
of things we try to say, the calm wonder
that beauty within rises to the skin
and I watch and merge into the spray
listen to falling flow as if a summer rain
and my fingertips wander, and mind follows
across curve of chin into the delta of a smile
where a seed of love...has taken root
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