The moon so loved the river that she made a gift of the lotus flower,
My Bice's special bloom.
My fingers hold her with intimate grace--
I seek her river-kissed scent--
Joy teaches me what the legends
Of the forgetful water lilies meant:
Because we love, there is nothing else.
No place to move on or back to.
No dreams except this one, this moment.
Nothing to offer except my love, my heart, my soul,
Only and always yours.