By the Fountain*

By the fountain*

By the fountain
Where we oft do meet,
Now and also then,
Where we have always
Kept our Love, like seeds
Of our births, our years
Of growth, our tears
Of happiness, being so much
In love, with one another,

By the fountain,
where we once found Venus,
marble sculpted,
Where we thought to plant
Our rosy things, embedded,

There , how one finds
You, my love,
Isabel, playing with waters,
Your hand how you run,
Through waters,
Creating ripples
In the pool,
And also in me,
To forever be,
In love with you
And your poesy. (*Note: the painting attached is received as A Gift from a friend mine,
#isabel : a character fictional created by me ,)


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