The stream down below.

Your Love flows.

As I sit and look at the stream, it flows like a dream; that never stops and always grows. I smell a sweet scent that hangs in the air. I glance behind me, and you're standing there. So we go for a walk as I hold your soft, smooth hand and we have a talk. There is a cool summer breeze blowing; I can feel it on my sleeve, but I love you and would never leave. Like the stream Your Love flows, it will never stop. This, I know, show me the way I must go. I will be by your side till the end of time, and I don't mind because I love you deep down inside. I will take that ride.