A pond Can't be Pool

There is beauty in everything
That is what I see and held
When I looked in his eyes
I tried to look for the sweetest things
things I never saw in his voice
Oh love is still imature
He was no where my soul was
It was like he was afraid
to put his feet in my pond of love
I told him the water is gentle
you could see the movement ever so soft
but he refused as if we spent our time
walkng around this pool

This pool that I didn't want to
put my feet in
nor to swim in such depth

to see how just my love could take
it would not allow me

and the days blew like wind
pass feilds of time

There was nothing beautiful hear
nothing pleasant for this beauty inside
no nest hear in this tree of kiss
yet this tree somehow felt the highest to me
this branch that felt as if it would not fall

I then climb of gently
into the still of night
where the moon dreamt its dreams

a long tree
I saw the night behind
and the world peiced under

there I was away from the tree
and my man was there high

he asked "why did you leave?"

I answered, "I don't like you
and never like you"

for I never did

and the days had passed like wind
as it blew across feilds of time

walking across pond
ever wondering should I place
my feet

feet so tender
in this pool

a pond I pretend to be a pool
but a pond can't be a pool

how stupid was I