You Wash Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I saw you
by the mountain stream,
at dawn.
You stood
and simply washed,
while pale-faced twins
regarded me,
who was
well hidden
in the forest's trees.

My heart stood still,
fell into silent mode,
so deep in love
that it can never
be undone.

It's been
a thousand dawns
that I have stood
to see you there.
In love but filled with fear.

While you,
oblivious to me,
just stand there,
in the icy waters.
And simply wash.