Fount Of Love

If I must sip but once

and quench an inevitable thirst,

where will I go between two clear rivers?

In onward wonder a river will keep me;

deep reflections of regret, another.

While each step meanders,

thou fount of love

through me that will flow

do find me quickly

that perfect outlet slope.

For in weakness I bear this hold

so strong to let you show.

© Emperor Leander David