I have a golden river,
I wish to always reeve her.
Kept remotely (She'd come here shortly)
In a tricky treasure chest:
Though inside is paved with twisted mirrors
She claims to always see the rest.
And I watch through the box:
Well shaped curves, teasing all my nerves.
Try to crack the golden locks,
Break her free, it's up to me,
To impart her beauty on herself,
Enlighten her when I open the safe,
Mend her mirrors, and for a thousand years,
Prove how wonderful she truly is.

(This one was written for sweet Rina Mor in 1998)