I first saw the Soft Waterfall from without its proximity,
Still, I saw within,
It was a beauty so deep,
So mesmerizing to see,
So wondrous to listen to,
I was willfully trapped.
All I wanted to do was spend time,
At the Soft Waterfall,
I would look at the light reflected,
From the waters of its fall,
The reflection were eyes that,
Held both eternity and,
The frailty of a moment.
I thought I could get close to it,
I was enthralled, I was entranced,
I knew, but refused what I heard,
That the Soft Waterfall could not,
Love me back.
The beauty of it was a siren’s call,
Surely I would end up broken,
On the shores where,
Broken hearts lay,
Forever weeping in a mud,
Of sorrow and regret.
The Soft Waterfall remains,
Beautiful, pure and endlessly,
But I am not allowed there anymore,
Time has passed and the Soft Waterfall,
It still is soft, but not to me.
Stones and briars keep me out,
It is as the Soft Waterfall,
Would have it.
It is the consequence,
Of my actions.
I betrayed it in ways,
And in ways I do not.
It was never meant for the waterfall,
To love me,
But rather for me to admire,
At a little distance.
It could not love me,
It would not love me.
Soft Waterfall could never love me,
Not in any fashion,
My hurt comes from expectations,
I should never have had.
It must be known that the Soft Waterfall,
Did not hurt me.
I hurt myself.
So now I can no longer know,
The Soft Waterfall.
A fence with a sign is around it,
It warns me to keep out and stay back.
Still, I will always love the Soft Waterfall.
Soft Waterfall still so beautiful and wondrous,
It was beautiful before me
And remains to be,
Forever I will miss,
All that is,
The Soft Waterfall.This entry was posted in Inspirations and tagged Love, Soft Waterfall by Bob with