It was summer when I saw you by the fountain.
On the edge sitting in a white dress and barefoot.
You watched your reflection ripple when you touched the water.
You dipped your hand into the water then brought it out.
In your hand you held the water and a floating leaf.
You placed the leaf back into the fountain then let the water fall across your face.
With your head up, eyes closed, and smiling, you looked more than beautiful.
It was spring when I saw you in the meadow.
In the grass sitting in a white dress and barefoot.
You were looking at a flower in the rain.
You lightly touched the petals then picked it.
In your hand you held the flower then brought it to your nose.
You inhaled deeply smelling its wonderful scent.
With the flower, sitting contently, and smiling, you looked more than beautiful.
It was only near water that I saw you,
on the beach or by a river.
In a white dress and barefoot holding snowflakes,
yet you never shiver.
You are of the water,
and you are more than beautiful.
I have fallen in love,
but your body is so spiritual.
I want to hold you in my arms,
but I cannot touch what I see.
But when I am touching water,
I can feel you touching me.