The past few months have left me feeling like a river run dry
Words would not pour forth, as before
From that eternal source of life and joy
I kept pondering over the reason
But could not come to a conclusion
Then, I gave up searching
And just let myself be
Just as we, on earth, have seasons
The mind also has "dry spells," I reasoned
Change is the only constant--it's so true
I couldn't agree more
For, soon enough, something around me would change
Someone was to enter my life, and get very close
And that someone is so disarming
I had to lay bare everything for him
So he could reach deep enough
To touch the core of my existence
His touch created gentle ripples in me
That helped my feelings to resurface
The river that had seemed to dry up
Was actually a brook caught under the frost
The warmth this person exudes
Is melting the frozen surface
The brook itself is aspiring to be freed
So it could bathe this person in its glory
He knows this very well, but opts not to speak of it
And behind his simple appearance, I can see an aura of perfection
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