Drown Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Be modest in the time given from me to you,
As I only long to cross the river that leads to your heart.
A great river that beads with the flutter of your heart.
An language that goes without saying as lips wouldn't begin to understand this rhythmic motion.
With Braille of rocks littered along the sides, and fish that swim tirelessly.
The beauty of every moment reflecting from the shimmer of this stream.
I'd gladly drown, if that's what it takes
To savor just a moment of your time