There was no pond when you came here

you have stood and your tears have pooled

now I stand by though summer may call

choosing the site as most suited

You are the willow bending over the pond

and just as time's appointments are meaningless 

to you, I'll be your close correspondant

but forgive me if I obtrude, understand when I recede

I choose the site most suited, or it chooses me

and chained by honesty where we belong

we'll commence to compliment the scene as one