The water is at play,
And nothing is expected
But to follow it's sway.

The spirit of the river,
Rejoices of the return
Of a long gone diver.

For the bridge knows the score
When silence is the core,
Of the relation-ship.

Coming back from her deed
To enjoy the fragrance,
My love is unexpected
And her scent gives balance.

That is how from the bridge,
Her spirit was at play.
This is when he fragrance,
Called Serendipity my way.