As the stream flows and is rolling
Little pools created by stone throwing
Sauntering to the stream's passing
As this loving stroll is lasting

White blue foam near the stream's edge
As we stop to kiss, our heart's pledge
We, as the stream caresses the stones
Moving, flowing, touching our bones

With the coolness of the morning
Soft hands handle my roughness burning
My body coolfire, taut, so still
With the fresh winter's brisk chill

She embraces my touch with love
With the song of a morning dove
She surrenders our first fair kiss
Starting a gentle life of bliss

Chirping birds singing as we walk
To the sounds of love's gentle talk