She’s at the rivers edge;
She’s looking into the water.
She sees his image staring back;
She reaches out for him!
He moves farther into the river.
She cannot see his face.
She hears his dreams of the future!
But how can she embrace?
Has the reflection been just an image?
She is honestly engaged and assured.
Did it mystify and intrigue her?
She searched into the depth.
His appearance was just a ripple;
It was not steady.
The likeness was not direct;
The deepness was removed and overlooked.
How could she have known?
She was but in wonderment;
Viewing the new promises he made.
She did not notify herself of the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem