Waters of love

Lover Her River

An arrow in her quiver

But as the rows of arrows falling down

Made her in the river drown

And after long the river dries

Yet moist with tears falling from her eyes

The river bed still memories of love it hold

The memories of how she doth be bold

Her love for him was once too strong

Yet He understood her wrong

Throwing her wildly in the river of love

No more arrows falling form above

Now the river dry with hate

She has to remember

Though river may now be in drought

New love shall bring new water throughout