Tumbling reeds (perfection)

Tumbling reeds, fall softly, embracing the waters side,
titillating its senses, like a delicate after thought,
that descends with a soft pitter patter, echoing and recalling,
reflecting its perfection for all to see.

And it’s in that watery surface, that I glimpse your face,
Tender glows of contentment,
Ripple along your laughter lines,
And I think to myself that not all the beauty in the world,
Could keep me away from you.