Waters of Love
POETRY
In the realm of emotions, where desires entwine,
I am not the whisky, aged in barrels of time.
No, I am the water, a gentle, flowing stream,
A soothing elixir, in the moonlit dream.
I don’t carry the fire that whisky may ignite,
But the calm of water, in the soft moonlight.
In the depth of feelings, where honesty leads,
I am the water, fulfilling essential needs.
Amidst the complexities, where hearts often roam,
I am not the whisky, with a fiery tone.
I am the clarity, in the love that seeds,
I am the water, quenching tender needs.
I dance like a river, with a graceful flow,
Reflecting the moonlight’s tender glow.
No burning spirits, no demanding creeds,
I am the water, fulfilling emotional needs.
In the meadows of love, where passion grows,
I am not the whisky, with intense throes.
I am the serenity, where affection feeds,
I am the water, meeting profound needs.
