River of Stone

I throw a stone against the grass
Wondering what it would be like if it was water
For if it was a shallow pool
The ripples could make it past her
And then she would look back to the place
Where it did start
She could look on up with her silver stone eyes,
And beating heart
For if she saw the ripples cast
Her heart may beat for me at last
For no more then that do I ask for me
Is to hold her hand, and let us be