Fields of Love Created By Our Raining Waterfalls

You, my heart, are a tenacious waterfall.
Rocks and boulders build your way.
You fall effortlessly, creating your path each and everyday.
Making your pathway and smudging it with moss.
No rock, stopped you from pouring, instead it adapted to you.
Oh, so stunningly strange.
If it wasn't enough to be such a magnificence piece of life;
When we are near, your heart doesn't just act as a heart.
As a waterfall doesn't simply soak in its own beauty.
We, my love, rain waterfalls.
Like two miracles happening at once,
Earth trickles down inhabiting your waters.
I soothe into your own habitat,
Becoming one with you.
And soon in a blink of an eye, my drop can not be identified.
When I am with you I am not I, and you are not you,
We have become raining waterfalls.
So, I will listen to each echoes your ripples whisper.
I will follow your lead to the unknown blue ray night.
Taking a deep fall ready to nourish every existing plant, on our way to life.
This forestry land can not be our obstacle.
Together, I your rain and you my waterfall bind.
With nothing in our way, whishing and pouring, we touch each drying end.
Leaving wet residue of where we once began,
Looking back when the wind pushes us to do so,
Because that my love is what we created.
Because my downpour alone would have done so little on its own.
And your stream unaccompanied couldn't create this entire haven.
This haven where green grows as the morning light shines.
This haven where stumps become stems and stems become hope.
Our trees grew taller, with many branches.
These branches were home to sweet delicate birds.
These sounds lured in every creature God created.
And everything was left untouched by humanities harmful tendencies.
So, my love when the flowers bloom in the brightest of colors,
It will be like our love becoming a child.
Because nothing so striking has every been seen then
what our love together manifested to leave behind.......