Your beauty invites me
Beckoning me into your surroundings...
Anxious to make a wish upon this beautiful well
Taken by its wondrous reflections
I cease everything that I am....
The well, that of which, is you.

Savoring the peacefulness
Absorbing every drop of you...
For into the wishing well I wish to drown
A single coin tossed in your presence
Tarnished by your beauty...
The desired coin, that of which, is me.

Presence of a drifter
Admiring the beauty of the well...
Prays for the granting of his wish upon us
Dropping a single red rose in exchange
To lie with us forever....
The red rose, that of which, is our dream.