A river of cherished memories
Flowing gently in your heart.
I Tried,
Inundating it with poison of jealousy
Hope, the river was not
Desecrated.
Memories, still dancing
As waves, when
Wind kisses the river.
I Tried,
Throwing stones of insults,
Raising a storm.
Hope, gentle ripples of the past
Still lifting you to
Greater heights.
I Tried,
Emptying all the gems, hidden
Deep in the heart of the river.
Hope, they are still with you
As precious possessions.
I Tried,
Butchering, every lovely course
Of the river, you showed me.
Hope, the myriad streams of the river
Flowing uninterruptedly,
In your memory.
I Tried,
Piercing the spirit
Of the river, with venomous sword.
And washing away my pain with
The Blood, dripping from the sword.
Hope, the spirit still bathes you
With sweet scents, untouched by
Trail of any blood.
