My love, you are a river fed by many streams

I bless all who have shaped you,

The lovers whose delights still dance paterns on your back,

Those who carved your channels deeper, broader, wider,
Whitewater and backwater lovers,

Swamp lovers , sun-warmed estuary lovers,

Lovers with surface tension,

Lovers like boulders,

Like ice forming and breaking,

Lovers that fill and spill with the tides.

I bless those who have taught you and those who have pleased you and those who have hurt you.

All those who have made you who you are.

-Starhawk