River

She rages against me,
A river running strong,
She only knows not,
Of my love and faith of long

I want to hold her tight,
Her head against my chest,
But I know the truth!
I shall not become so blessed.

She is so beautiful,
When she is in this light,
But shall she leave me?
Or love me all through the night?

I find myself in love,
Fighting the eminent,
False reality,
Of relations intimate.

I need to end this love,
And return to the true,
But what if she knows?
Shall I start this all anew?