A spontaneous response to a question concerning the different aspects of active listening--see previous post.

Oh for a lover who is like a stream 
Her curves soft and gentle 
Lying next to you 
She heals as her love
Flows through your dreams
Who is like a mountain pool
Where the stars and moonlight at night 
Sink into her depths
To find peace and rest 
To kiss her lips is to taste serenity
Who is like a morning after rain
The pain is washed away 
And like the world
You are made new
With the dawn of her love 
There is no more darkness
Left inside of you