He held me like a chalice of gold
 With two hands around me
 I reminded him that, like the Fountain Of Youth
 Many men fall weak in their search
 For the eternal swim within my body of water
 He smiled and tipped his head back slowly

 With his lips pressed against me softly 
 He reminded me that his search was over
 Therefore no one will ever again
 Taste how sweet my river can flow