Love flows from its eternal spring the stream becomes a river; the water's torrent has its fling and waterfalls deliver. Such freshness endlessly renews the body and the soul; and hand in hand continues to the vibrant ocean's whole. Here ripples turn to waves, and waves to tidal races whose music fills my staves with tuneful airs and graces, which silently evaporate into the azure sky; to fall once more into the spate: Love's spring will never die.