Remembering the river where we walked
The bridge above the water, strong as life
Remembering how every day we talked
Of all that should be said by man and wife
Remembering the rains of middle spring
The rivulets of memory are clear
When washed by words of love, remembering
The torrents of the passion of one year
Forgotten are the times of fear and doubt
Which vanish like the dust within the rain
Forgotten like a storm forgets a drought
Like rapture brings an end to tears of pain
Envisioning the fount of love and peace
Which flows forever, nevermore to cease