A Flowing River. Poem by Shiron Vick

Your river flows sometimes clear, sometimes dark. We talk or rather you talk and there seems no end in sight.
I love you, I love you, and I hope you know. Can we sometimes be silent, so can I interpret your flow? Sometimes your river flows north and others it flows south. There are times I am not sure because of your mouth.
You are sweet, you are sexy, my brown sugar for sure. I cannot stay upset because my love must endure. My baby, my sweetie, can you hear what I say. Your hand is what I want one day, to lead and guide you along the way.
Your smile is so tender, your charity so deep. Let me understand your flow because I want more than a peep.
My baby, my sweetie, I am here to stay. Let your river be clear so we can get married one day.