By the river

Each passing day we meet

by the river of dreams

as a grasshopper smiles.

We were meant to be

lost here

without pain, tears.

Our love only knows

deepest surveyed hearts

leaving nothing left but more

of us.

Beauty knows

blush on our faces

is merely another dawn

created by our undying love.

Yes, each day waits

to close the curtain, redecorate

with a setting sun

our magnificent love.