17/05/2025
AMANDA
With Mountains and a Waterfall
In lands where mountains kiss the skies,
Where waterfalls in silence rise,
There flows a stream, both wild and true—
Amanda, love begins with you.
Your voice, a song the river sings,
Soft echoes born on eagle’s wings.
Each laugh, a breeze through pine trees tall,
Each glance, a spark that lights it all.
The sun may set behind the peaks,
Yet still your light is all one seeks.
A warmth more deep than golden rays,
A guide through dusk and all my days.
The waterfall, it dares to leap—
As fearless as your soul runs deep.
It carves through stone, reshapes the land—
Much like the touch of your kind hand.
Oh, Amanda, in this sacred place,
Where nature weaves her quiet grace,
Know this: my heart, it ever calls—
To you, my love, through mountain halls.
So when you stand where waters fall,
And feel the world, so wide, so tall—
Remember this, as wild winds dance:
You are my fate, my dream, my chance.
ICEPOET
