Love Lines Along the Years

It was innocence that brought them to the river,

its current invisible through the leaves.

Gently, at first,

they called each other husband, wife,

each name a small country

whose currency they didn't own.

He yearned for husbandry,

the keeping of trees.

She coaxed peas, melons, cabbages

near the swiftly moving river.

No matter they owned nothing;

verdant, so dense and still the grass.