I swim out to the seaof our love.
Waves of extacy surround me
Wisper wisdom of so rare pearls, that shine silver grey.
Wisdom they talk can help me learn about the world.

That the present cannot be bought.
The fountain multipies happiness
For thee that transcend the traitor with the mask, and sleep with the beloved.

Vincent Silvertop

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fountain-13/