River

You were a glass full of idiosyncrasies. You barely spoke with anyone and when you did, the words that tumbled out of those tantalizing cherry-stained lips of yours were riddles. You were an enigmatic being, an archaic puzzle that everyone wanted to decipher and keep. Your face always glowed more than a million suns; your eyes twinkled with unspoken mischief and you smiled so genuinely sweet that you had everyone wrapped around your dainty little fingers as fast as the tide that brought us to you.

And before I knew it, I, too, had been swept by your current.