They are not waterfalls,
pounding majestically below;
Instead,
they are like rivers,
flowing gently and silently,
and they never cease to dry up,
don't they?
(In case you don't know, still waters run deep)
The silent peace of assurance,
the faint whispers of joy,
the ever patient love (even romantic love),
always flow gently,
just like a river,
never a waterfall;
This was how it was meant to be,
isn't it?
=)
