Oh river, what must I do to overcome my internal nervousness that this body submits?

I might conclude that this vessel shall not be blamed, but perhaps the mind that it is equipped with.

I would venture deeper into your infinite wisdom, but these clothes would sooner catch fire than be wet.

No, this answer will not be found within your glory, but rather in absolution.

Through the rocks your path follows, always going with the flow.

I cannot stay in place with a river, as I am not a tree, but a fish.

I must overcome the power of her smile. But what a beautiful smile she’s empowered with. A weapon that pierces my heart.

Her eyes insightful, her walk ever so confident.

Dearest, must everything I hear and see be your unintended disguise? I know not of your intentions.

Why must I be crippled upon your entrance into a room? I find breathing difficult unless my arms are wrapped around you.

Is it because of the intense light you emit when unexpectedly seen, or perhaps because my heart flutters whenever you are near? Both, I imagine.