Idly we sat, mellow and tranquil,
watching the river as it raged hurriedly by.
Tufts of angry white foam dotting the blue,
it crashed over boulders as if to defy
our loving contentment with no reason why,
oh how contented I am with you being you.
Oh river, mad river, what is your haste?
Wherever you’re going will still be there,
better to take things slowly, savour the view,
did you not see that eagle while unaware?
My arm wrapped around you, I breathed a prayer,
may it take two lifetimes before our love is through.
We’ve no need to hurry when true love’s our bond,
every minute is to be treasured more than gold,
and each tick of the clock means our love just grew.
So race on stormy river if that is your mold,
as for me, I’ll let each moment gently, slowly, unfold.
Oh how contented I am with you being you
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