Poem - River II

Strong legs,

Strong like a bear,

Brown beard.

Do you smoke?

Of course not.

Is this a joke?

I really don’t know.

Bears don’t drink coffee,

But I do love it,

I do love your smile.

Different river,

Another drink.

What do you wish?

A glass of wine, please,

And a sweet kiss also, if you don’t mind.

Rivers come and goes,

Never the same,

Although the same felling.

What do you love?

A bear with a beard,

That a sweet thing.