The rivers "Wye, the Severn, the Teme"
A magical place to walk; a place to dream,
Away from life`s endless hustle and bustle,
To listen to the Bulrushes gentle sweet rustle.

By the river crouches the Weeping Willow,
Dew dripping from its slender leaves!
Like lost loves tears on your pillow,
O`How~the~broken~heart~grieves.

Rivers mist rising in the early morning Sun,
Another lonely day without you has begun.
Remembering our days of love and fun,
Remembering our days of love in the Sun.

Two Swans on the river "making a heart"
Two Swans showing you; love can restart.
All of natures beauty make a fresh start,
"Natures beauty" can heal a broken heart.